Pregnant 🫵
how would they react at your pregnancy?
characters: law, koby, kid, shanks and mihawk
(luffy, zoro and sanji version)
a/n: merry christmas everyone!!!
words count: around 0.7k - 1.1k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Law:
Law notices it before you ever do.
He’s a doctor before he’s anything else… other than pirate captain, other than Warlord, other than your partner. The signs are small, almost unnoticeable to you, but to him they’re loud.
The way you get tired faster. The nausea that hits you in the mornings. The faint changes in your vitals when he checks on you.
So he starts adjusting things quietly.
When someone offers you alcohol, he reaches out first, takes the cup, and drinks it without comment. If you look confused, he just mutters something about not needing distractions.
“Why did you take my drink?” you ask, eyebrow raised as he downs the glass someone just handed you.
“You don’t need distractions like this.” he replies flatly.
“…You drank it.”
“And?”
When the smell of food makes your stomach churn, he’s suddenly there with water, a cloth, steady hands holding your hair back as you throw up. He never makes a big deal out of it, just cleans you up, rubs slow circles on your back, helps you lie down.
“Easy,” he murmurs “I’ve got you.”
When you’re done, he rinses the cloth, cleans the counter, helps you sit.
“You’re hovering.” you mumble.
He doesn’t deny it “You’re not feeling well.”
“That’s been happening a lot lately.”
“…I’ve noticed.”
You start noticing he doesn’t let you overwork yourself anymore. Doesn’t let you stand too long. Keeps you close during fights, positioned just behind him, with you doing literally nothing.
You think he’s being overprotective.
Law, meanwhile, is terrified of being wrong.
He runs the calculations again and again. Checks, rechecks. Watches you with that quiet, unreadable stare, because if he says something too soon and he’s wrong, he’ll hurt you. And if he’s right… then everything changes.
When he’s finally sure, one evening, he knocks on your door.
“Come to my studio,” he says “we need to talk.”
That’s when you get nervous.
He makes you sit down first. That alone tells you something’s wrong. Law stays standing for a moment, arms crossed, jaw tight. Then he removes his hat and sets it on the desk.
You swallow “You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t want to,” he answers quietly “But I won’t lie to you.”
There’s a pause. He exhales slowly, controlled.
“I’m going to say this plainly,” he continues “And then I’ll explain.”
“…Okay.”
“You’re pregnant.”
The words don’t register at first “I— what?”
“I’m sure now,” he says immediately, like he’s been preparing for this “I noticed the symptoms weeks ago. I confirmed it as carefully as I could without alarming you.”
You stare at him “You knew?”
“I suspected. Then I knew.”
Silence stretches between you. Your thoughts are a mess.
Law speaks again, softer now “Before you say anything — listen to me.”
He kneels in front of you so you’re at eye level. His voice doesn’t shake, but his eyes do.
“This is your body.” he says “Your choice. Your future.”
Your breath catches.
“If you want to keep the baby, I’ll support you.” he continues “If you don’t… I’ll support you. If you need time, space, or answers, I’ll give you all of it.”
He swallows “I will understand any decision you make.”
You whisper, “Law…”
“I’m not saying this as a doctor,” he adds quickly “Or as a captain. I’m saying this as me.”
Your hand moves to your stomach before you even realize it “…We’re having a baby?”
Law’s eyes flicker to the motion. His breath stutters barely.
“Yes,” he says “If you decide to keep it.”
Fear slips into his voice then, raw and honest.
“I don’t know anything about children,” he admits “I don’t know how to keep something that small safe in a world like this. I’m a pirate. I basically put targets on the people I love.”
You look at him “You love me.”
He doesn’t hesitate “Yes.”
His hand hovers near yours, unsure “That’s why I’m scared.”
You lace your fingers with his.
“We’ll figure it out…” you say.
Law closes his eyes for a second, pressing his forehead to your knee.
“…Then I’ll learn,” he murmurs “Whatever it takes.”
Later that night, half-asleep, you feel his hand resting gently on your belly.
“So small,” he whispers, thinking you can’t hear “I’ll protect you too.”
Months Later
You barely make it three steps onto the deck before… “Stop.”
You halt mid-stride and slowly turn.
Law stands a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in that familiar way that means he’s already decided “…What?”
“You’re holding something.”
You look down “A mug.”
“And you shouldn’t be.”
“It’s tea.”
He walks over, takes it from your hands without ceremony, and sets it on a nearby table “You don’t need to carry unnecessary weight.”
You stare at him “Law. It’s liquid.”
Before you can say anything else Bepo pops up beside you “I-I can get you another one!! I’m sorry!!”
“I didn’t even—”
He’s already running off.
You pinch the bridge of your nose “Law. This is excessive.”
“I disagree.”
From behind the mast, Penguin leans out “She’s been on her feet for a while, Captain.”
Shachi nods gravely “Yeah. That’s dangerous.”
You blink “…You’re both encouraging this?”
Penguin shrugs “Doctor’s orders.”
Law clears his throat and they immediately straighten.
You slowly turn back to him “You idiot.”
Later, you try sitting on the edge of the ship, legs dangling, enjoying the breeze.
“Careful!!” Bepo yelps.
You flinch which immediately makes Law snap his head up.
“Don’t startle her.” he says sharply.
“I-I’m sorry!! I just— what if she slips?!”
Shachi appears with a cushion “For your back.”
Penguin hands you a blanket “Wind’s picking up.”
Bepo gently places a snack in your hands “You should eat…”
You look down at the pile now surrounding you “…I just wanted to look at the ocean.”
Law watches, silent.
You groan “I’m pregnant, not sick or fragile.”
He steps closer, lowering his voice.
“You’re not,” he says “We just want you to feel safe and comfortable.”
You sigh, eyes softening.
Law sits beside you, his hand resting naturally on your stomach.
“You’re smiling.” he murmurs.
“I’m irritated.”
“You’re smiling.”
“…I might be both.”
His thumb moves in slow, unconscious circles.
After a moment, he speaks again.
“I know it’s too much,” he admits “But this… it’s important to us.”
You glance around at the crew, at Bepo pretending not to watch, at Penguin and Shachi lowering their voices the second they notice you looking.
Then back at him.
“I know,” you say softly “And… I love it. Even when it drives me insane.”
Law exhales, tension easing from his shoulders.
“Good,” he says “Because it’s not stopping.”
You laugh softly and lean into him.
And for the first time in months, surrounded by a crew that won’t let you lift a mug, a captain who’s terrified and devoted in equal measure, and a future you never expected, you feel completely safe.
── .✦ Koby:
You don’t plan it.
You just… blurt it out one evening, sitting together after a long day, the world unusually quiet for once.
“Koby…” you say suddenly.
He looks up immediately “Yeah?”
You fidget with your hands “I need to tell you something.”
That alone makes him straighten “Oh, okay. Is everything alright?”
“I think so…” you reply. Then, quieter, “I’m… pregnant.”
The silence that follows is heavy.
His eyes widen. His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.
“You’re…?” he whispers “Pregnant?”
You nod “Yeah.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Then all at once “Oh my god.”
You panic “That’s bad?”
“No— I mean… I don’t know…” He runs his hands through his hair, pacing a step, then stopping “I’m not upset. I’m just… scared.”
“Me too.” you admit.
He swallows hard and looks at you again, eyes shining.
“The world’s… awful,” he says “And our jobs, and pirates, and Marines, and danger everywhere… what if I can’t protect you? What if I’m not strong enough?”
“Koby…”
“What if something happens?” he rushes on “What if I fail you? Or the baby?”
His voice cracks on the last word.
You reach for him. He kneels in front of you instantly, like instinct takes over.
“I’ve dreamed about a future with you,” he says quietly “A peaceful one. A home. A family.” He laughs shakily “I just didn’t think I was allowed to want and even have that.”
You cup his face “You are.”
He presses his forehead to yours, breathing unevenly.
“I’m terrified,” he admits “But I’m also…” He hesitates, then smiles through tears “I’m happy. So happy it hurts.”
You laugh softly “Yeah?”
He nods “A family with you is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Even if it’s scary.”
You place his hand over your stomach.
He freezes.
“…There’s really a baby in there…” he whispers.
“Yes.”
He lets out a breath that sounds like relief and awe mixed together.
“Then I’ll get stronger,” he says firmly “I’ll make the world safer. I promise.”
You smile “You already are.”
He looks up at you, eyes full of determination and love.
“I don’t know how to be a parent yet,” he says “But I’ll learn. I swear. For you. For them.”
You pull him into a hug, and as he holds you carefully and hopeful, you realize that no matter how frightening the world is, with Koby beside you, the future suddenly feels possible.
Months Later
“Careful!”
You step over the threshold completely fine.
Koby trips “I’M SO SORRY!”
You turn just in time to see Koby catch himself on the wall, nearly saluting it in the process “…Koby.”
“I was trying to watch your step,” he pants “But my foot and then the floor and… are you okay??”
You blink “I walked. Normally.”
He rushes to your side anyway, hands hovering awkwardly in midair, unsure where he’s allowed to touch.
“You didn’t strain anything? You didn’t lose balance? You didn’t—”
“I’m fine” you say, trying not to smile.
You fail.
Later, you’re reaching for something on a shelf.
“I’ve got it!” he yelps, leaping forward.
Too fast, so he bumps his elbow. The item falls. But you catch it effortlessly.
There’s a long pause.
“Oh,” he says softly “…You did it.”
You grin “I do most things.”
“I was supposed to,” he mutters, mortified “I practiced.”
“You practiced… grabbing things?”
“Yes!”
You laugh. Full, warm, uncontrollable laughter.
He freezes then relaxes.
“Oh,” he says again “You’re laughing.”
“That was adorable” you manage between breaths.
“I almost dropped it on myself…” he admits.
“But you didn’t,” you say “And now I’m happy.”
That seems to recalibrate him entirely.
Later still, you’re walking together when he suddenly stops “Wait!”
You stop. He crouches.
“There was a crack in the ground.” he explains seriously.
“…Koby.”
“You could’ve tripped.”
You sigh fondly “You’re terrible at this.”
“I know,” he says immediately “I’m really bad at being cool.”
You reach for his hand “But you’re great at making me laugh.”
He looks up at you, startled “I am?”
You nod “Every single day if you haven’t notice.”
He smiles, shyly but brightly.
“That’s good,” he says softly “Because the doctor said stress isn’t good for you.”
You tease, “So this is medical?”
“Absolutely,” he nods “I’ll keep embarrassing myself if it keeps you happy.”
You laugh again, leaning into him, and as clumsy as he is, as much as you end up doing instead, you wouldn’t trade a single moment.
Because in a dangerous world, with an uncertain future, your laughter, his devotion, and the love you’re building together are more than enough.
── .✦ Kid:
You don’t ease into it. There’s no gentle setup, no careful wording.
You just look at him one day and say, “I’m pregnant.”
He stops.
Not dramatically, he just… freezes. Metal clinks as whatever he was working on drops to the floor “…You’re what?”
“Pregnant.”
Silence.
Then “WHOSE?”
You blink “…Yours, idiot.”
He scowls “I HAD TO ASK.”
You gasp, shocked “WHO YOU THINK I AM?”
He turns away, pacing, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to tear the thought out of his skull.
“Say that again.” he mutters.
“I’m. Pregnant.”
He laughs once, sharp, disbelieving “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“…The hell are we supposed to do?”
You shrug “I thought you’d yell more.”
“I’M THINKING!” he snaps then immediately winces “Not at you. I mean—”
He groans, grabbing his face.
“I don’t know anything about kids,” he mutters “I break things. I explode things. I piss off half the world for a living.”
You cross your arms “Comforting.”
“I’M NOT DONE.” he growls.
He looks at you then and his voice drops.
“This world chews people up,” he says “And it’ll come for you harder if they know.”
That’s the fear. Raw. Ugly. Honest.
“…Are you… scared?” you ask quietly.
He scoffs “Of course I am.”
Then, almost inaudible “But I’m also… kinda proud.”
You raise a brow “Proud?”
He huffs “You and me. Making something. That’s—” He clicks his tongue, frustrated, as he panics, as if he’s talking too much and too softly for his character “That’s metal.”
You laugh.
He grins despite himself “Don’t get used to it.”
Later, when you sit, he hovers “Don’t lift that.”
“I can handle a chair.”
“I don’t care.”
He moves it anyway, aggressively gentle.
Killer watches from the side, amused.
“You gonna glue yourself to them now?” Killer asks.
Kid snaps back, “Shut up.”
Then, lower, to you “You need anything?”
You smirk “You’re hovering.”
“Yeah,” he admits “And I hate it.”
You catch him one night, staring at your stomach like it might bite him.
“…It kick yet?” he asks gruffly.
“No.”
He nods “Good.”
“…Good?”
“If it kicked and I wasn’t ready? Or if it hurts you? I’d punch something.”
You snort.
He scowls “Not funny.”
But his hand hesitates, then rests there anyway.
Awkward and careful.
“I don’t promise soft.” he says quietly “Or safe. Or normal.”
You look up at him “I didn’t fall for you for soft, safe or normal.”
His jaw tightens.
“…Then I’ll promise this,” he says “Anyone who comes after you or the kid? They don’t walk away.”
You lean into him, smiling.
For a man made of rage and metal that’s his version of love.
Months Later
You barely have time to react.
You let out a small breath, more surprised than hurt, and instinctively bring a hand to your stomach.
Kid’s head snaps up instantly “What.”
You blink “What?”
“Did it hurt you?”
“No, I just—”
He’s already at your side, crouched in front of you, eyes sharp, furious, searching your face for pain.
“Did it hurt?” he repeats, slower this time, like the answer matters more than anything else in the world.
“It was just a kick,” you say “They do that now.”
His jaw tightens “…It kicked you?”
You can’t help it, you smile “Yeah.”
He looks down at your stomach like it personally offended him.
“The hell is it doing that for” he mutters.
You laugh “Kid…”
He places his hand there carefully. Careful. Like he’s handling glass despite all that strength.
“If it hurts you,” he says quietly, voice rough but restrained, “it’s gotta stop.”
You bite back another laugh “You can’t threaten a baby. Your baby!”
He scowls at your stomach anyway “I can try.”
There’s another movement, subtle but enough.
You hiss softly “Oh—”
Kid stiffens immediately “That one hurt.”
“It startled me more than anything.”
His brows knit together “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He exhales, slow and controlled, thumb rubbing gentle circles where his hand rests.
“…You tell me if it ever hurts,” he says “Immediately.”
“I will.”
He hesitates, then adds, lower, “I don’t like not being able to do anything.”
You soften “You’re doing plenty.”
He snorts “I can’t punch it.”
“THANK GOD!”
Another kick, stronger this time.
You laugh without thinking.
Kid freezes “…You’re laughing.”
“Because it’s funny,” you say “Seems like they’re already stubborn.”
His lips twitch despite himself “Sounds familiar.”
He leans in, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach, voice dropping.
“Hey,” he mutters “Go easy on your mom, yeah?”
You grin “Talking to the baby now?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
But he stays there, hand steady, expression calmer than you’ve ever seen him.
Rage-forged pirate captain. Terrified of hurting you. Already protecting something he hasn’t even met.
And somehow, it’s the softest version of him you’ve ever known.
── .✦ Shanks:
The sun dips low over the horizon, painting the ocean gold. You find Shanks leaning against the railing.
“Shanks,” you say softly, your hands fidgeting “I… I have something to tell you.”
He looks at you, eyes warm, attentive, a gentle grin tugging at his lips “Hm? You’ve got that look… I like it already. What is it?”
You take a deep breath “…I …I’m pregnant.”
He blinks for the briefest moment, long enough for your stomach to flutter, then his grin spreads, genuine, easy “Well… I suppose I should have guessed. You’ve been hiding it pretty terribly, though.”
You laugh nervously “I wasn’t hiding it. I just… I didn’t know how you’d react.”
Shanks steps closer, his hand finding yours. His thumb brushes your knuckles in a lazy, comforting circle “I think you know me better than that. I’ve never been anything but happy to have you around… and now this.” He gestures to your stomach, voice soft, warm “Our little one.”
You swallow, eyes wide “You… you’re not worried?”
He shakes his head, still grinning “Worried? Why would I be worried? We’ll take care of each other. We always do. And now… we get to take care of someone new too. A little Y/N. That’s exciting.”
You press your hand to your stomach “I… I was nervous. I didn’t know if you wanted another child, after everything… Luffy, Uta…”
Shanks chuckles softly, shaking his head “You worry too much.” He leans down, brushing a kiss across your forehead “I’ve handled chaos before, love. A little more adventure never scared me, and it won’t scare me now. We’ve got this.”
You laugh, heart thudding “You really make it sound easy.”
“That’s because it is,” he says confidently, eyes sparkling with warmth “With you, I can handle anything. And I’ll protect you both, no matter what. I promise.”
You tilt your head, smiling through tears of relief “I… I trust you.”
He squeezes your hand, voice softening “And I’ll make sure that trust is never misplaced. You and our baby… you’re both my world now.”
You rest your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady, calm presence you’ve always loved.
“And,” he adds with a playful smirk, “if this little one turns out half as mischievous as me, we’re in for a lot of fun.”
You laugh again, leaning fully into him “I think I can handle that.”
Shanks chuckles, lips brushing your hair “I know you can. Because together? There’s nothing we can’t handle.”
And for the first time in days, you feel completely, utterly calm, because Shanks isn’t scared. He’s steady. He’s strong. He’s here.
That’s all that matters.
Months Later
The ship rocks gently beneath your feet as you settle into the deck chair, stomach full from a snack Shanks insisted you eat.
“Careful there,” he says, leaning casually against the railing, his hand on your chair “Wouldn’t want you tipping over.”
“I’m fine,” you reply, smiling “I can sit like a normal person.”
Shanks grins, the kind of easy, teasing grin that makes your heart flutter “Normal? Pfft. That’s boring. We don’t do boring on this ship.”
You laugh, and he leans closer, resting his chin on your shoulder “Besides… someone’s got to keep an eye on you. And this little one.” He rubs gently over your belly, thumb brushing soft circles.
“It’s… weirdly comforting.” you admit.
“You mean you like it.” he teases, squeezing your hand lightly.
You roll your eyes “Maybe.”
Shanks chuckles, then glances toward the crew “Don’t let anyone else spoil my job, though. I’m still the captain here.”
He watches over you with that calm, confident air, playful but never careless. When a breeze tousles your hair, he tucks it behind your ear, smiling softly.
“You’re ridiculous.” you murmur.
“And you love it.” he replies, grinning.
A few minutes later, the baby kicks. You flinch slightly, and Shanks’ head snaps toward your stomach.
“Did it hurt?” he asks immediately, voice low and serious.
You shake your head “No, just startled me.”
He presses his hand there, thumb brushing lightly “…Good. I’ll protect you. Both of you. Always.”
The sun dips lower, casting a golden glow over the deck. You lean against him, head on his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his presence, the steady beat of his hand on your stomach.
“You really are impossible…” you whisper.
He chuckles softly, lips brushing your hair “And yet, here I am. About to start a family with you. Making little Shanks… and… absolutely yours.”
“Last time you said they were little me… now they’re little Shanks?” You look at him faking confusion.
He laughs and say “Could be the perfect mix of both, or twins. Who knows!”
You laugh softly and say “Can’t wait to see it.”
You close your eyes, heart full. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the ship rocking gently, and everything feels right.
Because with Shanks, playful and confident, doting and soft, you know that whatever comes, you, him, and the little one are safe.
── .✦ Mihawk:
The castle is quiet, as it always is.
You find Mihawk seated at the table, a glass of wine in one hand, the other resting idly near his sword. He looks up the moment you enter, golden eyes sharp but calm.
“You’re pacing.” he observes.
You stop mid-step “…Am I?”
“Yes.”
You sigh and sit across from him, fingers lacing together “Okay, you’re right. I need to tell you something.”
He sets the glass down immediately. His full attention is on you now “Go on.”
You take a breath “I’m pregnant.”
There is no sudden movement. No sharp inhale. No shock.
He simply looks at you.
“…I see.” he says.
That’s it.
You blink “That’s— that’s all?”
He tilts his head slightly “Would you prefer panic?”
You huff despite yourself “I don’t know. Maybe something.”
A corner of his mouth lifts barely “You are safe. The child is safe. There is nothing urgent that requires alarm.”
You relax a little “You look really calm about this.”
“I am,” he agrees “Because panic serves no purpose.”
He reaches across the table, covering your hand with his, steady, warm.
“You are carrying my child,” he says evenly “That is… significant.”
Your chest tightens “You don’t sound unhappy.”
“I am not.” He pauses, gaze softening in a way only you ever see.
“This life will be quiet,” he continues “Stable. Protected. No needless danger.”
You whisper, “You’ve thought about this already?”
“I think about all possibilities,” he replies “Especially those involving you.”
You smile “You’re going to be a terrifyingly calm parent.”
“Good,” he says “Children require consistency.”
You laugh softly “They also cry. And scream.”
“Then I will adapt.”
He lifts your hand, pressing a deliberate kiss to your knuckles.
“There is nothing to fear,” he says calmly “You are not alone. And you never will be.”
You lean back, heart steady, breath easy.
With Mihawk… everything feels controlled. Safe. Certain.
And thanks to that, the future doesn’t feel intimidating at all.
Months Later
The castle is silent except for the faint sound of pages turning.
You shift slightly on the couch, adjusting your position. It’s subtle, barely anything at all.
… but Dracule Mihawk looks up immediately “Uncomfortable?”
You blink “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to.”
You sigh fondly “I was just moving.”
He closes the book and sets it aside without hesitation “Then you should move again. Slowly.”
You do, and he watches, attentive, eyes following every motion until you settle.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He nods once, satisfied, and resumes reading but his hand remains resting near your knee, close enough to reach you instantly if needed.
After a while, you stand “I’m going to get some water.”
“I’ll go.”
You pause mid-step “…Excuse me?”
He looks up, calm as ever “You stood too quickly. Also, I was about to go there anyway.”
“I stood normally.”
He rises smoothly, already moving past you toward the kitchen “Remain seated. I will bring it.”
You cross your arms “You know, I can still do things.”
“I am aware,” he replies evenly, returning with a glass and placing it in your hands “That does not mean you must.”
You take a sip, trying not to smile “You’re very controlling.”
“I am being efficient.”
You hum “Convenient excuse.”
He doesn’t deny it.
Later, as evening settles in, the light in the room softens.
You sit at the table, staring at nothing in particular, fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of your cup.
Mihawk looks up from his book.
“You are tired.” he says.
You blink “I didn’t say anything… again.”
“You exhaled differently.” he replies calmly.
You huff a small laugh “That’s… unfairly observant.”
He closes the book and stands, moving toward you with unhurried steps.
“You have been pushing yourself today,” he continues “More than usual.”
“I didn’t feel like I was.”
“Fatigue does not always announce itself loudly,” he says, placing a hand at your lower back “Come. Sit properly.”
You let him guide you to the couch, where he arranges cushions with quiet precision until you’re supported just right.
“There,” he says “Better?”
You relax almost immediately, shoulders loosening.
“…Yeah,” you admit “Much.”
He sits beside you, close but not crowding, his presence warm and constant.
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
Then he says, evenly, “Your breathing has returned to normal.”
You smile “You really monitor everything, don’t you?”
“I would call it awareness,” he answers “You are not a burden. You are a responsibility I accept willingly.”
Your chest tightens.
You lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder.
Mihawk adjusts without a word, arm coming around you with quiet certainty “You are safe here.”
You close your eyes.
And in the stillness you understand that with Mihawk, care is never loud. Protection is never chaotic. Love is shown in small, deliberate acts that never waver.
The world may be sharp and unpredictable.
But here, in the quiet he builds around you, everything feels steady.
