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You backed away just enough for two of the guards to unlock his chains without fully uncuffing him, watching as they dragged him up to the door and out of your sight. Only when the two remaining guards were certain that you wouldn't bolt did they set down your breakfast. You did not think... prison food resulted in pancakes, eggs, bacon, chocolate chip muffins, orange juice, and coffee? You blink. "It's poisoned, isn't it?" You flicker your gaze upward to see the guards were shocked, no, horrified at your accusation. "Or laced with something." It all smelled so delicious. Your stomach grumbled with hunger pangs. You missed dinner last night, which made your frown deepen.

"Why would the chef ruin a delicious breakfast?!" One of the mermen said dramatically in horror.

"Well, excuse me for weighing my options of survival over my hunger." You huff, ignoring the grumbles of your protesting stomach and swallowing the drool filling your mouth.

"The Young Master handpicked each from his own table and ordered it to be brought to you, miss." The other merman sneered. "We were ordered to remain here until you cleaned your plates."

You blinked. "Plates?"

"Yes." The first one nodded his head after calming down. "We've heard that the monkey clan were gluttons."

You can't deny that. Your cheeks burned. "What else is there?" You sat down, curling your knees to your chest, and kept your gaze on the mermen instead of the food. You hated wasting food. You knew Sanji would have been disappointed in you for wasting food. Everything within your being wanted everything, but you resisted.

"The second course is here." A maid with green hair and giant swirling glasses appeared behind the two mermen guards. "Why doesn't she eat?" Your voice lowered into a whisper, making sure you heard her on purpose.

You smelled sausage links, fruits, ham, toast, jam, and butter. Oh no. You covered your mouth as your lips morphed into a thin line. "No, thank you." You lied.

The green-haired man peeked over the edge and stared at you. "Are these two bothering you?"

"Monet!" One of the guards whined.

So, her name is Monet? You met her thick, round glasses covered gaze. You caught a deep, predatory yellow iris flashing underneath the frames. Something tells me she doesn't like me already? Oh well, I don't need her to like me. I need to escape and signal my brothers and the heart pirates.

"Pick up the girl," Monet ordered. "The other plate and come with me." She turned on her heels and continued moving forward without glancing behind her.

"Pardon me, miss." The gentler of the two picked you up like a sack of potatoes, climbed and leaped the dungeon walls without effort. He moved fast. You closed your eyes as you became dizzy and nauseous. Waiting for the world to stop spinning. "We will be outside the doors, miss." You felt the guard setting you down... in a chair?

You opened your eyes, the brightness of sunlight overly bright and stunk your eyes.

"Pardon the sudden brightness, my lady," Monet said, setting both plates down as she sat down across from you without a care.

You blinked, vision returning. "You aren't really a maid, are you?" Meeting her yellow eyes, not human eyes, bird-like and predatory.

"Well, aren't you clever for a human." Monet untied her hair as she removed her glasses, flashing you a pure white and sharp razor-edge smile; her breath fogging and fanning with white vapors, trailing a cold gush across your skin.

"And you are a Devil Fruit user." You hum, laying your elbows on the table and interlocking your fingers. "If those guards listen to you, then you must be a high member of Doflamingo's inner circle and crew," you tilted your head. "Or a very jealous woman and lover of the Mer King that you wanted to size up your competition."

Monet laughed, dark and eerily light. "You truly are Dragon's child." She stood, stripped off her uniform to reveal a bright yellow and green crop top and blue jean daisy duke shorts. "Monkey D. Y/n." She pulled out your wanted poster. "No wonder the Young Master wants you as his mate and female."

"I'm already Law's." You bite back your anger, brushing your messy hair aside to show off Law's claiming mark. "I don't need another merman chasing after my tail." Pride swelling deep within your chest.

"There isn't a law against a merman from sharing a female," Monet said simply, pouring herself a cup of coffee, piling her own plate, a sample of everything, and then serving you. "Four sugar cups, half coffee and half chocolate, correct?"

She even knew how you liked your coffee? Creepy. The scent of freshly made coffee and chocolate helped settle your nerves, reigniting your hunger pangs with a vengeance. "Only Law, my crew, and family know that." You raised a brow. "How long has Doflamingo been stalking me?"

"Stalking?" Monet repeats as if that was the incorrect word to use. "Think of it as gathering intelligence about his future mate's preference to make Dressrosa more accommodating."

"Buttering me up is more like it." You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Think of it however you wish." She hums, sipping her beverage. "Please eat before Doffy finds out and executes the chef for displeasing you."

"He would do that." You counter. A deep, unsettling, and sinking feeling digs into the pit of your belly.

Monet raises her eyes, meeting your own. "Why wouldn't he?" She flicked a long, green lock of hair behind her shoulder with a careless flick. "If anything displeases his future queen, then it displeases him."

That would be crazy and over-extreme. Firing a chef, you understood. But murdering an innocent person, Mermaid or Merman, just because you didn't eat? "Is his temper and moods just as stormy and fickle?" You swallow thickly, feeling the heat of the room and sunshine causing you to sweat.

"Only when he's angry," Monet replied, cutting into her orange with a claw and beginning to peel it, tearing off perfect slices and splitting it between the two of you. "He's a more than generous lover, if you give him a chance."

"Do you love him?" You asked without thinking. Noticed the bird woman paused for a minute. One brief moment, and then resumes peeling the orange. "Of course, I love him." She mutters softly, her cheeks rosy and a familiar softness and light in her eyes. "I'd kill for him and would gladly die for him." A lovestruck gaze, deep devotion bright and shining within her inhuman gaze.

You fought not to squirm within your seat. Ignoring every instinct within your body telling you to run, to flee, hell, to jump out the goddamn window. "That's how I feel about Law." You press. "He's my mate. My home." You frown. "Doesn't it pain you to see the man you love entangled with another woman? Or doesn't the thought of him marking me pain you?"

Monet's practiced, perfect movements did falter; neither did her voice. "I'm not given that luxury." She tossed aside the orange peel and licked her fingers, then wiped them with a napkin. "Yes, I've warmed his bed for a time, but so have many of his women within his imperial harem." Her attention flickered back to you. "He released all of the other concubines this morning." She buttered your toast with honey butter and let it sit on your plate. "Meaning you are the only available female ovulating and available within the castle."

Ovulating. Female. Those words dig harder into your skin and bones; goosebumps scatter across your skin. "He cannot keep me here against my will."

"You can not escape to the surface without a merman or mermaid crazy enough to turn against The Young Master." Monet placed a few orange slices in the middle of her buttered and honeyed toast, folded the toasted slice in half, and bit into it. She covered her mouth with her free hand. "He plans on keeping both you and Law for a very long time."

Slowly, you gave in to your hunger and ate everything.

Monet showed you to one of the grand master bedrooms and an enormous bedroom suite, which she said would be yours if you became the Young Master's bride. You didn't care about the luxuries, even if you knew Nami would have scolded you. You showered and changed into a new set of clothes you were given. You saw nothing you could use as a makeshift weapon, except for a bobby pin, which you conveniently tucked into your hair and another in your boot for safekeeping. After that, you returned to your jail cell, waiting for Law to come back.

Monet repeated her offer at lunch and dinner, keeping an eye on you as she showed you around the castle gardens, observatory, library, music room, and grand ballroom. Trying to capture your interest. You said it all looked beautiful, but you weren't interested.

Finally, after returning you to your cell after dinner, you noticed Law had returned while you were away. You tried not to rush to him, kept yourself composed and calm as you met Law's beaten and battered form. The corners of your eyes still stung with unshed tears, your lips quivered, and your heartbeat drummed harder as a sob of desperation got caught within your throat. That bastard. You inwardly scream. Petty, cruel, sadistic bastard. The monster didn't like being told no, and he retaliated by throwing a tantrum behind closed doors and taking out his rage on Law.

"Oh, dear." Monet gasped in fake shock and sympathy behind a mint green wing. "Law must have said something to upset the Young Master's wrath." She licked her lips as a wicked grin curved upward.

You felt her bloodlust rising, the docile maid showing her talons and sharp teeth. You weren't imagining things. You felt the temperature of the room drop, your breath fogging as flurries of snow began to appear within the small space. "A snow woman or a snow harpy?" You asked, keeping your voice calm and steady as you met Law's one good, clear, bloodshot eye.

"Good guess." Monet hummed, flapping her wings, rising above you, picking you up by her talons without scratching you, and descending downward until your feet hit the dungeon floor. She bent down, pressing your back against her cold, frigid chest as she whispered into the shell of your ear. "If you agree to the Young Master's proposal, then you could spare Law from a cruel and ferocious death." She ran one of your feathers along the hollow of your throat. "Think about it."

Monet disappeared into a swirl of snow flurries and biting winter wind before the cell door closed.

You ran to Law without a second thought, using the bobby pin in your hair to unlock the prison stone cuffs with shaky hands. "Law, what did that giant bird do?" You hiss, pulling him into a hug as gently as you could without agitating his injuries.

Law grunts in pain, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer into his body, straddling his lap. "What had he not done is the correct answer." He chuckles weakly, holding you tight and nuzzling the side of your head.

"Law, I'm serious." You pull away, running your hands on his face and settling them on his bruised cheeks.

Law pressed his lips onto yours, meeting your mouth with a frantic flurry of desperation as his tongue parted your lips. "Missed you, mi corazón." He breathed between fiery hot kisses and mingled breaths. His hands rested on your hips. He didn't protest when you pushed him onto the straw bed and thin, laughable sheet and blanket you two were forced to share. Heat singed and surged in your veins as your hair fell over your faces like a curtain; you couldn't kiss Law fast enough; you wanted him desperately. Your cheeks burning, arousal pooling between your legs, creating a wet patch over Law's crotch. This unbearable, crushing, rushing need to create sweet memories in this never-ending darkness. "Need you so much it hurts, my love." Law growls, reversing your positions with each, looming over you and caging you between him and the bed.

"You have me, Law." You moan, unzipping his dirty and bloodstained hoodie to run your cold hands over every coil of hard muscle, ink and inch of his tanned skin. "Always," you answer breathlessly, turning your attention to kiss, lick, and suck on one of the injured merman's nipples. Your lips curve when Law groans in pleasure and shivers above you.

"Y/n." Law moans, leaning back on his boot heels to rip off the clothes Monet had given you. Spreading your legs wide beneath him, moving your damp panties aside to lick and feast between your legs. "Miss your pussy and legs wrapped around my head." He closes your legs around his neck as he continues feasting like a starved, ravenous man.

You thread your fingers through his raven-black locks. "Missed you eating me out, Law." You gasp, your legs already trembling. Not from fear. Desire, pleasure that only Law could give you. Your eyes shut half-tight from euphoria. "My feral merman." Law growls and purrs, sending delicious vibrations along your weeping sex and sensitive clit, drawing out higher-pitched keening moans from you. You would gladly let Law devour you for hours, climax on his tongue twice, three times perhaps, but you wanted him so bad. "Please, Law." You sob, tears prickling your vision. "Need you inside me, please. Fuck me." You gasp, nails digging into his scalp to draw his attention back to you.

Law pauses, drawing back to unbuckle and unzip his orange spotted jeans. "Don't want to hurt you," Law said thickly. He releases a half hiss, half exhale of relief when his hardness strings free after shimmying his pants down and over his hips. His free hand roams over the arc of your hip, then higher until he kneads one of your breasts and pinches your stiffened, erect nipple with his fingers. "At least let me make you come-" He tries to reason, but you interrupt him.

"No, Law." You shake your head, wiggling beneath him, trying to tempt that beast and animal within him. "Need you now, inside," You pant, meeting Law's golden eyes through your blurry vision. "Filling me up with your cum." You beg, trembling from fear, want, and impatience. "Only yours. Not that bastards. Yours."

Law looks torn. "Why?" He sounds like an idiot. Denying his female her pleasures, but he has to know. He'd gladly fulfill your request and demand, tease you for it, but something is wrong. "Tell me?" He asks, trying to keep his instincts at bay. Letting your breasts go to fully cup your cheek with his hand as his other rubs his saliva and your wet slit before slipping one of his fingers inside, testing your tight hole, watching your hips arch further into his hand.

"I'd rather have your babies than his." You whimper, hotter tears of shame and bliss intertwining and falling down your heated face.

Law's eyes widen, his breath caught within his lungs. "That bastard knows." Law was very meticulous and careful when releasing inside during your ovulation cycles. He'd mark it on your medical charts himself after he scented the extra sweet notes within your pheromones and natural scent. Law's teeth and fangs sharpen as a deeper, beastlike growl leaves his chest. "Knows you are ovulating and your womb is ready for impregnation."

You nod your head. "Law, please." You plead, holding his hand resting on your face and nuzzling into his touch.

Law's face softens. He closes his eyes, releasing a shaky breath as he leans down to lick and kiss away your stray tears. "We don't know what he'll do after you become pregnant." He pressed his forehead to yours. "He could use both you and the podling as leverage."

You understood that. You did, but you didn't want to worry about that until later. "He can't kill you without killing me or the child." Your claiming mark burned hotter with every pulse of your heart. Maybe having sex during life-or-death situations wasn't so different between merfolk and humans after all? You knew you were asking so much of Law, more than he needed on his plate right now, but you were growing more and more desperate. Law had the advantage to one-up on Doflamingo by getting you pregnant first, if you two did succeed today and tomorrow. The clock was ticking. Your biological clock was ticking. You knew once Doflamingo got his hands on you, he wouldn't stop until you were pregnant with his own child, regardless if you wanted to or not.

Law breathed in your tears, your fear, your love for him as he recaptured your wobbly mouth. "Dammit, I can't ever deny you." He gasped in between breaths, mingling, his finger pumped in and out of you with slow, deep strokes before a second and third invade your hot, wet, and tight canal. "Or your pretty, perfect, greedy pussy." He grunts, kissing you slower this time, gentler, contradicting himself as his digits scissor you harder and curl upwards, making you moan louder and see stars. Law's hand leaves your jaw to intertwine your hands together. "Gonna make you come so hard, my songstress." He murmurs breathlessly, leaving your mouth to kiss and nip your neck. "Before you take my cock and knot."

Your insides tighten and contract around Law's fingers, your body already pleased with the idea on its own. "Lemme make you a daddy, Law." You moan into his pierced ear, wrap your arounds around his neck, widen your legs wider, pushing your knees to your own chest to help Law reach that perfect, deep angle. "Fuck."

Law chuckles darkly and purrs, "Good girl." He licks his claiming mark, helping to stimulate your body. "You will look beautiful, swollen and round with our child, our podling." His cock was twitching, throbbing, and leaking heavy drops of precum. "I'd never stop fucking your cunt every day, if you let me, my treasure." He's struggling to keep himself under control because of your pheromones, your moans of his name, the absolutely filthy wet noises coming from your dripping core. He could still taste you on his lips and his tongue; he's drooling to devour you, make you climax on his tongue and fingers. That's exactly what he does. He sinks back down to stimulate your clit with his warm muscle, flicking up and down furiously in between hard suction of his lip and monstrous growls.

Your hands tangle in his hair, raking down his tanned, sweaty, and inked back as you climax on his fingers and into Law's hungry and waiting mouth. Your brain foggy, your legs trembling as you gasped down mouthfuls of air, your own cheeks burned hotter when you left your own arousal leaking down the crack of your rear. Law rose onto his knees, keeping you split wide for him, his aching cock rubbing along your hot, wet folds, coating himself in your own release and his saliva. "Law," you blink through your hazy, fuzzy vision to meet your merman's feral, bright, amber golden eyes, whites flicking black as obsidian.

Law pants. "Y/n." He's in his half-human, half-merman form. Scales decorating parts of his body, his sharp claws and fangs on full display in the light of the dark dungeon. "Forgive me if I'm too rough." Law growls, patience's and impatience's echoing within his inhuman voice. "It's a new moon..." His black ink glows a bright golden light as the rest of his skin becomes dark, pitch-dark.

You can only make out his eyes, his teeth, and his tattoos; nothing else aside from his voice. You became hornier. This is the mer beast of legend, the monster stealing women and seducing them to become their mates while whispering sweet nothings, heated, dark, dirty promises of sex and animalistic pleasure. It explains why you've found your underwear missing, why Law vanishes during the night of the new moon until dawn. "Bad daddy," you click your tongue, daring to scold him before he splits you wide open on his massive girth and knot. "Keep secrets from your mate."

"Allow me to beg for forgiveness, my songstress." Law lines the dripping, fat tip of his cockhead and knot to your opening and slowly, painstakingly slowly pushes your folds apart to sink into the tight, smoldering, heated walls of your secret haven that felt like heaven. Law's sharp, clawed hands grip tight onto your hips, spreading his legs wide, sitting on his boot heels, arching your back to push the rest inside in one hard motion. "Worship you in reverence." He curses under his breath as you link your fingers together around his neck, feeling his hands lower to fully cup and spread your cheek apart before thrusting his hips with abandon and animalist lust.

You accept everything, moaning into Law's chest, his neck, and his pointed ears. "Oh fuck," you whine, pressing your aching breasts and sensitive rubbing against the hard plains of his sturdy chest. "Good boy, daddy," you babble, eyes rolling, head tilting back. "My pussy is all yours, Law, yours."

"Mine," Law snarls, licks a hot, heated, wet stripe from your claiming mark to your quivering and drooling mouth to recapture your lips. Your insides tighten their grip around his monstrous cock. "My mate." He growls and snarls in between hard, heated, fierce, and possessive kisses. "My female."

You swear to God his cock is getting bigger, harder. "Oh god, y'er gonna rip me in half." You cry louder, nails clawing deeper, but you don't want him to stop. A new wave of pleasure tears of overwhelm and overstimulation spill down the corner of your eyes.

"You can take it, my treasure." Law reassures you, halting his rough pounding to slow down his pace into a deep grinding. Giving your burning, pulsing claiming mark another hard suck and nibble, which stimulates your neglected clit between your legs. He smirks when your hips twitch, and a breathless gasp leaves your kiss-swollen lips. "Good mate." Law purrs, kneading your ass harder in between shallow, deep thrusts.

"I love you, Law." You breathe and moan his name into his chest. Yielding yourself to the merman, underwater sea hell beast and sex god Law had wildly become. Surrendering to this new untamable, feral side of himself. You wouldn't mind fucking him like this again in the future. You accept every side of your merman. His teasing side, his serious and tsundere side, the merman who'd turn into a giant spotted sea puppy when you two are alone. Law was your Law. Doflamingo can't buy or gift his way into your heart; not when Law got there first.

Law uses his chin to tilt your head up, so he can kiss you again. "I love you, Y/n." He half purrs, half growls, clutching you closer and harder into his taller frame as he starts to regain speed, picking up the pace, switching from cuddle fucking to full-blown pounding mercilessly and unforgivingly. His mind fogging, he can't think. Nothing except the feeling of your body wrapped around him, your insides squeezing him and welcoming him and demanding every last drop of semen his cock had to offer. You wanted to be full of him.

"Don't stop," You gasp out, biting hard on his muscled peck, his shoulder, and his neck; marking him in your own love bites and bruises. You watch your merman shudder against you; his face lost in euphoria and your cunt as he gasps for breath. Lowering and rolling onto his back to hit a new, deeper, harder angle without slowing down his pace.

"Never, my love, never." Law growls. His wild, predatory, metallic, golden eyes never leave yours. His body is sweating profusely. He must be tired and worn out from Doflamingo's torture and beating. "Take from my body, all of me... my cum.. my essence... it's all yours." His eyes roll, and his legs begin to quake beneath him. "Fuck, you feel so fuckin good." Law breathes, panting and gasping for breath.

It makes your heart twist with regret. "Here," You pant above him. "Lemme help before you reopen your wounds." You take over, bouncing and rocking your hips as he helps lift you up and slams you back down with ease. Forcing both of you to release a pleasure moan. "Gimme everything, Law." You moan, gripping tight onto his shoulders for balance as his eyes flicker back and zero in on your eyes.

Law lets out a low, wild growl. "As my mate wishes." Buckling his hips in time with your downward thrusts and bounces. You both move together, burning, soaring higher, a never-ending tangle of limbs and joined bodies until neither of you could move, panting, breathless, leaking white and clear fluids and cuddling on the ruined bed.

Basking in the silence.

The afterglow of your intense coupling.

Law lay on his back with you cuddling into his side, head on his chest and tracing the patterns of his tattoos on his chest. "Yours brothers should be on their way with my crew," Law whispered, leaning his cheek on the side of your head, his head resting beneath his arm and the other running circles along the swell of your bruised hip.

You nuzzle into his normal, sun-kissed and inked chest. "If they call grandpa and daddy, it will become a full-blown warzone in Dressrosa." You mumble, frowning.

Law sighs, then tenses. Sitting upright and scenting the air, his eyes searching the dark. "Come out." He snarls, cradling you closer, giving you the thin blanket to fully cover yourself as his nails lengthen into claws.

A familiar witch's teasing cackle fills the silence. "How rude you've become, Law." Doctorine steps out of the darkness, not her mermaid form, but her human form. "Your sweet mate paid for me to cure you back to health, and this is how you repay her kindness and my time?" She tilts her head; she doesn't give yours or his nude form a second glance as she steps forward, bringing her medical bag in tow.

"Doctorine." You breathe, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Doctorine shifts her gaze from her stupid pupil and patience to you. Offering you a warm smile. "Now, that's how you greet a doctor." She laughs. "Good evening, human siren."

"If Doflamingo catches you healing me, he'll-" Law spoke, standing, not caring if he was naked or not.

"It was our future queen that commanded and paid me." Doctorine cuts in; she shrugs. "If he's got a problem with it, then I'll deal with it." She pulls a bottle of water, cleansing shells a towel out of her bag. "Now, drink this and use these so you can dress." Drinking from a bottle of plum wine and wrinkles her nose. "I don't wanna see your little soldier any more than I have to, brat."

Law's face grows warm. "Thank you." He mutters under his breath, helping to clean you up, then himself. Sharing the bottled water with you. You were more curious about how to use those seashells. You held it in your hand, fascination in your eyes. "Betcha Robin and Nami would love these." You opened one to see compact soap, which started as a paste until you rubbed it between your fingers; it became a lather. "Oh, Law, I need some of these!" You open another one to find a healing balm, if you had to guess by the medicinal smell. "No, a dozen!"

Law and Doctorine chuckled.

"I already know how to make those, you know." Law smiles softly as he proceeds to shove his long legs into his discarded jeans. "We have a similar one for makeup-"

"You do?!" You gasp. "Why didn't you say so before? We would add them to the things we sell when we dock."

Law and Doctorine notice berri sighs twinkling within your eyes.

Apparently, you were unaware that Nami was rubbing off on you.

"I like her," Doctorine whispers, laughing between them. "Don't let that one get away, Law."

"I couldn't even if I wanted to, Doctorine." Law shakes his head. "She's my fated mate."

Doctorine hums. "Given she's saturated in your scent and semen, I figured as much, Law."

Both yours and Law's cheeks are ablaze as he helps clean you up and redress you.

Doctorine switched her black shades for her glasses as she gives Law a full examination. "You were lucky Doflamingo hadn't used his full force when he pushed and knocked you around." She commented, dipping her fingers into another seashell into a white ointment for Law's cuts and bruises before slapping a waterproof bandage on them. "With his rut fastly approaching, he will become snappier and easily set off." She raises her eyes to Law's calm silver eyes. "You know that, don't you?"

You intertwine your hand in Law's, which he gives a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "Did he really dismiss all of the women in his harem this morning?"

"What?" Law cuts in, his eyes widening. "There's no way Doflamingo fired every male and female concubine within his harem." Law shook his head in disbelief. "That's three hundred people sharing his bed."

"He did." Doctorine pressed, closing the seashell in her hand shut with a loud snap. "Meaning the only two females who could possibly catch his interest are Monet and her." She pointed a long, bony finger at you. "Since he hasn't requested Monet into his chambers last night. I can only assume he's waiting for your female to agree to become his queen."

"Like hell he is." Law snaps, snarling as he puts on his spotted hat.

Your happiness and excitement for the seashells died. "He can't force me to submit to him."

"It won't matter," Doctorine said. "You should know better than anyone by now what happens when a male in heat wants a female, missy." Swallowing another mouthful of her wine. "He has your scent now. Even if you make it up to the surface of Dressrosa or another island, he will hunt you down and breed you as soon as he gets his claws on you." She glances at your figure up and down. "Given the size difference, if flamingo isn't careful be could accidentally break your pelvis."

You rise to your feet, dropping the seashells, and rush into Law's waiting arms. "Why would you say that?" You shake your head, fear and hot tears blurring your vision.

Law’s fists tightened; his stormy grey orbs become steely. "Kureha, please." Law's mouth clamps into a hard line. "Don't scare my mate more than she already is." He brings you closer into his side, trying to offer you comfort.

Doctorine frowned. "It's only a possibility, Law." She mutters softly. "When you've lived longer than I have," She closes her medical bag and meets yours and Law's gazes. "You grow numb to all sorts of violence, misfortune, blood, death, both on land and down below; you know that." Doctorine stands and advises. "Better get some sleep and rechained Law before Doflamingo notices come morning."

"Thank you, Doctorine." You whisper softly, watching her disappear down a secret passageway.

Law leads you back to bed, sitting down beside you and bringing you into a kiss. His hands capturing your jaw before he pulls away, staring into your eyes, his fingers lingered to trace the bone structure of your face and smooth skin. "Let's get some sleep." He mumbles, wrapping you in his hoodie and sharing the blanket with you, raising his arms up for you to rechain him.

"I don't want to chain you." You pout.

"It can't be helped." Law sighed, lower the brim of his hat over his eyes. "If Doflamingo discovered you can free me however you wish he'll separate us and torture me worse than yesterday."

You reluctantly rechain Law and press further into his side. "How long are merfolk pregnancies?" You ask before closing your eyes and stifling a yawn.

Law tenses against you, then slowly relaxes. "It's shorter than a human's." His eyes trailed down to your stomach in the dark. He wanted to rub his hands all over your stomach, nuzzle into the space that will house his little halfling, his podling. He hoped to the gods and seas that he'd be right about Doflamingo. He knows the bastard doesn't like to share. He knows the moment he finds out you are pregnant with his child; he can't touch you. No, without losing the child. Fewer and fewer merchildren were being conceived and born, their birth rate declining, forcing mermen and mermaids to welcome humans into their beds, or have one-night stands until their chosen hosts became pregnant or their females impregnated.

You only hum in answer and smile sleepily, you snuggle into his shoulder, his goatee tickling your chin as he turns his head to tenderly kiss your forehead. His breath fanned your forehead, Law's steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep

"It's six months, instead of nine," Law muttered softly without disturbing you. "Faster than a humans, but similar." He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, the lingering notes of his own scent and musk clinging to your skin. "We will have to monitor you carefully." He sighs. "Fated pairs' offspring tend to be powerful." He chuckled to himself, swallowing the lump growing in his throat. He never thought he'd become emotional talking about a life that hadn't even been born yet. Let alone finding his mate this year. Now, he's more determined to escape Doflamingo's clutches with you and your possible child growing inside. "The D Clan will have another key player in the future," Law smirked, despite the tears falling down his face. The Water Clan name doesn't have to die with me. Was Law's last thought as he forced himself to sleep. Not knowing what tomorrow will bring.

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He drew your face up, you nodded. Glancing around the room before looking down at you once more.

“Take a bath, explore the hotel just don’t get lost or into trouble like girls do.”

He winked.

“And be ready for me by five.”

“I suppose.” You replied dramatically. “I can get on without you.” You giggled, before it crashed against you how particularly bold that remark was. You bit the inside of your cheek, you slowly met his eyes.

He offered you his hands. You took them, he pulled you against him. It was so sudden, you gasped. His hands came to rest on your ass.

“I’d rather stay here and fuck you silly, make you forget your name.” His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Then maybe order up a bit of in room dining; so we don’t have to go anywhere.”

You looked up at him as sweetly as possible, relieved he wasn’t mad. “That would be fun.”

His hands slid under your dress, he squeezed your panty clad ass.

“But, I want to show you off, good and proper like. Those two already are keen.”

You flushed. “I’m glad.” You wiggled in his hands. “I also have a dress, I can’t wait for you to see me in.”

You yelped as he pressed you against him before giving you a sharp smack on the ass.

He chuckled. “Stop your teasing. I can’t be walking out there all hard.”

“Couldn’t resist, I’m craving you.”

You whimpered as his lips, met yours harshly. It was a hungry kiss. It made you easily melt against his solid frame. Your heart skipped.

*******

You locked the door behind him, you toed off your shoes; and going back to the bed you flopped down. Now, you were alone in a city where you’ve never been.

You got there in a stolen car and met two guys who were not referred to as friends but associates. You frowned eyeing the ceiling before you rolled onto your tummy and raising and lowering your legs; you cupped your cheek with a sigh.

Your boyfriend, you supposed you could call Brett that since he appeared to enjoy calling you his. He also wanted to show you off, what else could he be. You’d have to ask him about that, gently.

He had entered your life like a storm, he was terribly exciting. He treated you like no one had ever done before.

Paige, had warned you about him. You honestly thought it was because his family and yours were so different. Brett, was not exactly the type you would have ever imagined dating.

You had to wonder, did she know about whatever he did here? Did it have any baring on Eden Lake? Did everyone know except you? You were always seen as sweet and soft; whom everyone protected. Your head swam and whirled with so questions.

Mentally, you shook your head to clear it. He would have never brought you along if he didn’t want you there, would he? Nah, he did. You knew he did.

You still remembered, how soft his eyes became when you touched him or when you had him in your mouth. That had to mean something.

You were not just some silly plaything, to keep him amused and his dick hard. Maddox had snarled in your ear that all you were good for, after pushing you to the ground. You swallowed at the bitter memory.

Climbing off the bed, you eyed the small little bottles by the tv. You had to push away these bad thoughts, worries away. You had to get ready.

“I want to show you off, good and proper like.” You remembered what Brett had said.

Picking up one bottle then another you eyed the labels, seeing one you fancied, you twisted off the cap. It was so strong, you pulled away from it. Then you thought better of it, pinching your nose you downed it. It burned down its way down your throat making you violently cough. As you shook it off a warmth fell over you. Choosing another bottle this one made you gasp and frown, it was disgusting. The warmth began to be replaced by a soft fuzziness. You were feeling better already.

*******

You dabbled a little on your wrists, a little in your hair before spritzing what would be your soft, fully cleavage. You wrung, and waved about your hands before you went to work on your eyes. Glitter, some well placed eyeliner. You rarely worked with the eye liner since you worried how the lines would look; the last thing you wanted was to look lile a raccoon from the black forest.

You giggled, they looked good. You remembered how the first time you had experimented with eyeliner, you had gotten a lot of attention that night at the bonfire. Tonight, all you wanted was Brett’s attentions. He had never seen you so done up, you couldn’t wait to see what he thought.

Fixing, your hair and giving yourself a very critical eye; you jumped at the sharp knock on the door. Clad only in fresh panties and bra, you debated wrapping one of the large towels around yourself or ignoring the door completely when you saw a robe. You grabbed it wrapped it around yourself. Going over to the door and going onto your tiptoes, you looked out the peephole.

“Paige!” You said dramatically.

“Let me in.” You heard her say from the other side of the door.

You made quick work of the locks and let her in.

“That took a bit.” She said flatly behind you. Then it was as if she finally saw the robe. “Oh? Are you getting ready?”

“Ah, yeah dolly, of course.” You went back to the bathroom, rolling your eyes. “You took time getting here.”

Paige leaned against the door frame. “Rickey got lost.”

You shot her a look. “Why didn’t he just follow Brett?”

“He’s stubborn.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Cous?”

“Yes?”

“First, can I have one?” She pointed at the small bottles.”

“Of course, I already had a couple .” You giggled. “And?” As you watched her walk away. You realized her outfit. “Oh? Wait! You bought that dress?”

She twisted the cap, she shrugged. “I did.” She held up the little bottle. “Cheers!” She gasped then coughed. “Oy!” A giggled bubbled from her. “That is a strong one.”

You nodded. “You look lovely, cous.”

“Anyway, it’s actually kind of pretty.” She continued. “You rubbed off on me cous, I want to feel and look pretty.”

You went over to her. “Dolly, you are!” You squeezed her shoulders. “But you are, you…you just needed a girl among all those silly boys.” You giggled.

“Probably right. None of the proper girls of Eden Lake stuck around.”

Your cousin beamed, as twisted the cap of another bottle and then upended it.

“Never stuck around?” Some unease fell over you.

She made a face and shrugged. “Brett is not nice. He can be charming when needed but he is a razor blade. Girls don’t fancy that.”

You swallowed.

“Chin up. You’re a special one, yes!” She gave you a soft smile, cheerily. “The moment, he saw you knelt by his Bonnie I saw something.”

“What?”

She giggled, shrugging. “I don’t know. I don’t understand boys even less when it comes to Brett. But there was something. And I’m just glad you’re here.”

“I am too.” You finally admitted, aloud.

Spotting, the hotel clock, it felt as if it practically jumped at you.

“Ahhh!” You covered your mouth. “I have to finish getting ready. Brett will be here soon.”

******

You fluffed your hair a final time, gave your eyes an extra dab of glitter. Finally you shimmied into the dress. The hanger that had held the dressed whirled and clattered and finally gave up the dress. It clanked against the bathroom tile. You straightened the hem as it rested on your thighs and adjusted straps.

Eyeing how good you looked led to your excitement filling you. It consumed any hesitation or worry that had tried to come back. You were finally going to a night club

You turned. “Do you think Brett will like it?”

You heard click of the hotel key.

Your eyes met Paige’s, then you ducked into the bathroom.

“Baby! You had better be ready.” His deep voice entered before he did.

“Oh? Paige,I knew you’d girls find each other.”

You giggled softly listening to the two of them.

“We did. If you’re here, Rickey is probably at our room.”

“He is.”

“I better get back there.”

“Alright. We’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Oh yes, right. See you later Dolly! You look fab!”

“Ok!” You called back, the door then closed behind her.

Not sure where he was, despite the closeness of the sound of his voice. Taking a breath, you opened the door. You gasped but then smiled finding him leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom.

“Hello there.” A shyness coming over you.

He stood and in a few easy steps he was directly in front of you. His finger hooked your chin bring in up as his eyes moved over you.

“You are a fuckin stunner, baby.” You smiled, your cheeks warmed blushing.

“Thank you.” Your lashes fluttered.