Kidd, luffy and law x reader (love triangle) please 😽😻
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luffy x reader + law x reader + kid x reader
a/n: bestie that’s not a love triangle, that’s a love quadrangle lmao. jokes apart, I ended up making it a bit too platonic and about you joining their crew, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.
reader’s powers: inspired by solo leveling
tags: gn!reader, post-wano, strong!reader, slow burn, tension
words count: 3.5k
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
The war for Wano is over.
Kaido has fallen. Orochi is dead. The Beasts Pirates have been crushed.
And yet, despite the celebrations, the laughter, and the cries of victory in the Flower Capital, you stand apart alone, as you’re used to.
The battlefield still writhes with shadows. Black, eerie figures kneel at your feet, remnants of those you’ve slain, now bound to your will.
Your power grants you dominion over the dead. Every opponent you cut down becomes yours, their shadows shackled to you in eternal servitude.
Some call you a monster. Others call you a deity of war. Either way, they fear you.
And that’s why the three most dangerous men alive are now fighting over you.
“Oi! There you are!”
Luffy’s voice rings across the ruined battlefield, his footsteps loud as he runs up to you. His grin is as bright as ever, completely unaffected by the haunting army of shadows still lurking behind you.
“That was so cool!” he says, eyes practically sparkling “You should totally join my crew!”
You blink “What?”
“You’re strong! And awesome! And you’d love the Sunny!” Luffy laughs “I bet you and Zoro would get along!”
You tilt your head. He’s serious.
Before you can answer...
“Tch. Move it, Straw Hat.”
Boots stomp onto the cracked ground. Kid.
His crimson eyes burn with something like admiration but it’s buried beneath his usual arrogance.
“You’re not actually considering that dumbass, are you?” He folds his arms, metal arm gleaming under the moonlight “You belong with a real crew… mine.”
You smirk “You mean a ship full of lunatics?”
Kid’s grin widens “Exactly, you’re obviously one of us.”
Before you can respond—
“You two never shut up.”
The voice is calm, sharp. Surgical.
Law steps forward, hands in his coat pockets, golden eyes locked onto you. Unlike the others, he doesn’t demand or taunt.
He simply says “You’re not looking for chaos. You’re not looking for a crew of idiots fighting over scraps. You’re looking for something bigger.” His gaze sharpens “Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”
The air tightens. The unspoken challenge crackles like thunder.
Luffy’s grin never fades “I’m not losing to either of you.”
Kid scoffs “Like hell you aren’t.”
Law just smirks “We’ll see.”
You exhale. They’re serious.
Three captains. Three paths.
You sigh, crossing your arms as you watch Luffy, Kid, and Law glare at each other, their presence crackling like lightning in the air.
“You guys do realize,” you deadpan, “that I never said I was joining any of you? You all know I’m a lonely pirate and somehow I already have my crew…”
Luffy ignores you “They’re all shadows… Join my crew, Y/N!” he says, grinning ear to ear “We’re all super strong! And we have a cook who makes the best food ever!”
Kid scoffs “You think food is what’s gonna convince them, Straw Hat?” He turns to you, crimson eyes gleaming “You’re wasted with these idiots. With me, you’d have the strongest crew on the seas. No one could touch us. And admit it, your powers fit us.”
Law sighs, rubbing his temple like he’s already exhausted by both of them “You two are insufferable.” He looks at you, his golden eyes sharp and calculating “You don’t need chaos. You don’t need a circus act. You need something real. Join me, and I’ll give you exactly that.”
You blink at them. They’re serious.
You already knew that Luffy was stubborn as hell, Kid was relentless, and Law was dangerous in the quietest ways, but you didn’t think they’d actually fight over you.
Your silence seems to fuel the fire.
“What can you even offer them, Trafalgar?” Kid sneers, cracking his knuckles “A crew full of weaklings?”
“I have a submarine” Law says coolly.
Luffy pauses “…That’s actually kind of cool. But the Sunny is way cooler! And we have the best musician ever! Do you guys even have music on your ships?”
You exhale through your nose “You guys do realize you’re treating me like a damn prize, right?”
Luffy blinks “Huh?”
Law sighs “That’s not what this is.”
Kid smirks “I mean, it kinda is.”
The ground shakes as your shadows shift, the weight of your power pressing down on the air “You’re acting like I’m just gonna follow one of you like a lost puppy.”
Kid grins “Wouldn’t say no to that.”
Before you can reply, a new voice cuts in.
“Oi! What the hell is going on here? We thought you were killing each other.”
You glance over to see Zoro, Killer, and Bepo approaching, the rest of their respective crews trailing behind them. Nami, Sanji, and Usopp are already watching from a distance, curiosity burning in their eyes. Heat and Wire stand near Killer, arms crossed. Shachi and Penguin exchange glances, whispering to each other.
It’s clear that the entire alliance has noticed the brewing tension.
“What is this, some kind of territory dispute?” Zoro grumbles, adjusting his swords.
“Oh, it’s worse,” Sanji says, lighting a cigarette “They’re fighting over y/n.”
Zoro pauses “Wait, seriously?”
“Seems like” Nami confirms.
Bepo looks at Law, confused “Captain, what’s happening?”
“Nothing” Law says flatly.
Killer sighs “Eustass-ya, this is ridiculous.”
Kid waves him off “Shut up, Killer. I’m working.”
“Working?” You narrow your eyes.
Kid shrugs, smirking “I like collecting powerful things.”
Luffy snorts “Well, I like collecting friends!”
Law rubs his temples again, clearly regretting everything.
Sanji exhales a plume of smoke “Well, well. What an interesting little mess.” as he eyes you with a smirk.
Your shadows ripple violently.
“Absolutely not.”
The temperature seems to drop as your aura expands. Even the wind seems to hold its breath.
The crews tense. They’ve seen you fight. They’ve seen the horrors your power can unleash.
Kid whistles, impressed “Damn. I like that.”
Luffy grins, unfazed “Your powers are so cool!”
Law watches you closely. Too closely. His golden eyes see more than you want him to.
You exhale “I don’t take orders from anyone. Not you. Not the World Government. Not anyone.”
Kid smirks “Then what do you want?”
You hesitate.
Because the truth is that you don’t know.
Luffy steps closer, eyes bright with something honest “You wanna see the world with us?”
Kid leans in, voice dropping into something dangerous “Or do you wanna rule it?”
Law, ever the strategist, doesn’t ask. He just looks at you and says “You’re searching for something. I can help you find it.”
The weight of their offers settles over you like a storm.
And for the first time in a long time you feel something real.
Luffy’s grin softens “You’d be awesome on the Sunny!”
Kid scoffs “Or you could actually be on a ship worthy of your strength.”
Law sighs, tilting his head slightly “You’re both exhausting.” But his eyes flick back to you, and for a second you see something intense.
They’re not letting this go.
“Yeesh, are they flirting or fighting?” Nami mutters.
Usopp stares “I… honestly can’t tell.”
Killer just sighs “Both.”
Heat nudges Wire “Should we start taking bets?”
Sanji exhales, watching you closely “Lucky bastards.”
You ignore them all, looking at the three captains in front of you. You’re not stupid, you know this isn’t just about power anymore.
It’s about you.
Kid steps closer, voice dropping just for you “You’re different.” His crimson eyes glint with something hungry “You’re not scared of me. You’re not scared of anything, are you?”
You smirk “Should I be?”
His grin stretches wider “I’d like to see you try.”
Luffy, still smiling, grabs your wrist. His fingers are warm, rough from battle and adventure, but there’s nothing forceful in the way he holds you. It’s just excited, unfiltered emotion.
“You’d have so much fun with us, y/n!” He leans in, voice almost giddy “I wanna show you the whole world!”
Your heart skips. Just a little.
Then a hand grabs Luffy’s wrist, yanking it off of you.
Law.
His touch is cool, precise, almost possessive. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at Luffy, then at you. There’s something undeniably sharp in his gaze now.
Something dangerous.
“Don’t touch them so casually” he says. His voice is low.
Luffy just tilts his head “Huh? Why not?”
Law doesn’t answer.
Kid watches, then laughs “Holy shit. You’re jealous.”
Law ignores him, eyes still locked on you “This isn’t a game.” His voice is quieter now “Not for me.”
And for once, you don’t know what to say.
The air feels heavier now, not from battle, but from something far more dangerous.
This isn’t just about alliances anymore.
This is a chase.
The weight of their gazes presses in. Too much.
You exhale slowly, rolling your shoulders back. The shadows one by one sink into the ground, vanishing like ink in water, back to where they belong.
The battlefield is quiet.
Kid watches with sharp interest “Tch. Even your Devil Fruit is showy.”
Luffy tilts his head, blinking “Huh? Where’d they go?”
Law doesn’t speak, just watches you with that calculating gaze, as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking.
But you don’t give them the chance.
You turn on your heel and walk away.
Not a word.
Not an explanation.
Just silence.
The festival in the Flower Capital is alive with laughter, music, and sake. People are celebrating, embracing their long-awaited freedom.
The people of Wano don’t know you like they know the others. You’re not a Straw Hat, not a Heart Pirate, not part of Kid’s crew. You’re just a shadow passing through their victory.
It should be freeing.
It isn’t.
You settle against a wooden post near a quieter part of the town, eyes drifting up to the lanterns lighting up the sky. The night is warm, the air thick with the scent of grilled food and spilled alcohol. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear Brook playing music, the faint sound of Luffy laughing, the chaotic voices of pirates and samurai alike.
And yet, you’re alone.
Just how you like it.
…Right?
“You’re hard to find.”
The voice is low, familiar.
You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. Trafalgar Law.
He steps beside you, hands tucked in his coat pockets, golden eyes flicking toward yours. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you. Something unspoken.
You don’t acknowledge him right away. Just sip from the drink you swiped earlier.
“You followed me?”
Law doesn’t deny it “You left without saying anything.”
“You guys were annoying me.”
He exhales through his nose, amused “I figured.”
Silence stretches between you, comfortable but heavy. The festival noise hums in the background, but this moment feels separate from all of it.
After a beat, Law speaks again.
“You’re not staying, are you?”
“Would that disappoint you?”
Law’s gaze sharpens, but not with irritation, but something deeper.
“I don’t like wasting my time,” he murmurs “And I don’t chase things I can’t keep.”
Your heartbeat stumbles.
A challenge. A warning. A confession. Maybe all three.
For the first time in a long time, you don’t know what to say, and Law notices.
Your grip tightens around your cup, but you force yourself to keep your expression neutral “That so?”
Law doesn’t answer right away. He just watches you, too closely, as if he’s already mapping out every possible move you could make. Then he tilts his head slightly.
“You don’t run from battles.” His voice is smooth, steady “But you walked away from us.”
You scoff “Don’t tell me you took that personally.”
He exhales through his nose “I don’t take things personally. I just like to understand what I’m dealing with.” His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, unreadable “And you? You’re an enigma.”
A small smirk tugs at your lips “Flattery, Trafalgar?”
“Observation.”
The weight of his gaze lingers. Heavy. And something about it, about him, unsettles you in a way you don’t want to acknowledge. Because he’s right.
You don’t walk away from fights. You don’t back down from challenges. But something about them, about this whole mess, made you leave.
Before you can respond, a loud, familiar voice cuts through the air.
“There you are!”
Footsteps. Heavy boots against wood.
Kid.
He stomps over, crimson eyes flicking between you and Law, his lip curling “The hell is this?”
You raise a brow “A conversation?”
Kid huffs, rolling his shoulders like he’s shaking off some irritation “Didn’t think you were the type to have quiet conversations.”
Law clicks his tongue “And I didn’t think you were the type to go looking for someone who left without a word.”
Kid’s eyes darken “Tch. You think I give a damn if they left? I just don’t like loose ends.”
But the way his gaze lingers on you says otherwise.
You sigh, rubbing your temple. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid “Why are you two even here?”
Kid folds his arms “Maybe I don’t like being ignored.”
Law hums “Needy.”
“Shut the hell up, Trafalgar.”
You sigh “You’re both ridiculous.”
Kid leans against the post next to you, his smirk sharp “Maybe. But you didn’t answer the question.”
You glance at him “What question?”
He tilts his head, watching you like a predator watching its prey “Are you staying?”
The air between you tightens.
You could lie and tell them exactly what they want to hear, but you don’t answer at all. And this silence is what gets them.
Kid’s smirk twitches, like he doesn’t like not knowing. Law’s fingers flex at his sides, like he wants to dissect every inch of your thoughts.
And just when you think you might finally get some peace a familiar laugh echoes.
Luffy.
He lands in front of you, grinning like he hasn’t just dropped into the middle of something tense.
“Oi, y/n!” His grin stretches wide, his eyes shining “I’ve been looking for you!”
Of course he has. Of course they all have.
Luffy's wide eyes flick between you, Law, and Kid and he doesn’t miss a thing.
“Eh? You guys are here too?”
Kid rolls his eyes “No shit.”
Law sighs, rubbing his temple “Straw Hat-ya, this really isn’t—”
But Luffy’s already stepping into your space. Closer than the others. Closer than anyone should be.
His warm fingers brush against your wrist, tugging lightly but not pulling, not forcing.
“You left before the party started,” he says, pouting “I wanted to drink with you.”
His voice isn’t demanding. It’s something worse... soft.
Unfiltered. Real.
Your pulse skips just for a second. And from the way Law tenses and Kid narrows his eyes, you know they notice.
You don’t pull away, but you don’t answer either.
Luffy tilts his head “Are you mad?”
You blink “Why would I be mad?”
He shrugs “Dunno. Maybe ‘cause we wouldn’t stop arguing in front of you.”
Kid scoffs “You mean because you wouldn’t shut up?”
Luffy grins “Well, yeah.”
Law exhales, voice flat “Straw Hat-ya, you’re not helping.”
But Luffy doesn’t care. He never does. He just looks at you, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.
“You didn’t answer Kid’s question” he says.
You freeze. Of course he noticed.
Kid shifts beside you, arms crossed, eyes burning “Yeah, y/n. You staying or not?”
Law watches you, calculating, unreadable.
The festival noise fades. It’s just them. Just this. And you still don’t answer. Not because you don’t know, but because they all want different things.
Kid wants power. A challenge. Someone who doesn’t bend to him but still stands beside him. And you can give him that.
Law wants strategy. Precision. Someone he can trust, someone who understands things without needing to say them. And, angain, you can give him that.
Luffy just...
Luffy just wants you as you.
Not for your strength. Not for your Devil Fruit.
Just because you’re you.
And that’s the scariest thing of them all to you.
So instead of answering, you finally pull your hand back.
“I’m going to get a drink” you say simply.
Then you walk away, again. And this time none of them stop you.
Your boots move over the worn wooden planks of the street, but your mind lingers on the moment you pulled away. On the way they looked at you. You grip the sake bottle you swiped from a distracted vendor, your fingers pressing just a little too tightly around it. You shouldn’t care and yet... Footsteps. You don’t turn. You don’t have to. “I thought I told you I was getting a drink” you murmur. A low chuckle. Rough, amused. “Didn’t say I wasn’t getting one too.” Kid. Of course. You glance over your shoulder. He’s close.
Crimson eyes gleaming, coat still torn from battle, his usual sneer replaced with something slower, something that lingers. He’s looking at you like you’re his favorite fight.
You sigh, raising the bottle to your lips “What, afraid I’ll disappear?”
Kid’s smirk sharpens “I don’t get afraid.”
You swallow, letting the warmth of the sake burn down your throat “Could’ve fooled me.”
His grin widens “Tch. You wish.”
You should tell him to leave but you don’t. Because despite the way Kid is all sharp edges, all arrogance, all chaos, he’s also the one who followed. The one who didn’t let you slip into the night alone.
“Where the hell do you think you’re running off to, anyway?” he asks.
You tilt your head, watching him “Who says I’m running?”
Kid scoffs “Please. You didn’t just walk away. You walked the hell out.”
You hum, taking another slow sip “And yet, here you are.”
His smirk doesn’t fade “Damn right.”
“You’re different from them” he mutters.
You raise a brow “Them?”
His eyes flick back to where Law and Luffy were.
“They don’t get you like I do.” His voice drops just slightly, lower, rougher “You don’t play nice. You don’t follow. And you sure as hell don’t belong on a crew that treats life like a damn adventure story.”
You exhale, tapping the bottle against your thigh “That why you’re here?”
Kid takes another step closer, his voice a challenge and a promise all at once.
“I’m here ‘cause you don’t belong to anyone, y/n...”
His grin turns sharp.
“...but you could stand beside me. And you know that.”
A challenge. A temptation. And a mistake.
Because before you can answer, another voice cuts in.
“You don’t decide that for them.”
Kid turns, scowling, just as Law steps into the light.
You exhale through your nose “Figures you’d show up next. You all won't give up until I make a choice, will you?”
Law doesn’t deny it “Because you keep walking away” His voice is level “But you didn’t leave.”
Kid scoffs “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
But Law ignores him. He steps closer, close enough that the air between you shifts. His voice is quieter now, meant only for you.
“If you were really leaving, you would’ve been gone by now.”
You grip the bottle tighter “And what if I just wanted a damn drink in peace?”
“Then you wouldn’t have let him follow.”
Your pulse stumbles. Kid’s jaw clenches, but before he can snap back, a familiar warmth crashes into you.
Luffy.
Arms wrapping around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his laugh bright, unbothered by the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.
“There you are!” He pulls back just enough to grin up at you “I knew you weren’t really leaving yet!”
You blink “What makes you so sure?”
Luffy tilts his head, confused by the question itself “Because you didn’t say goodbye.”
The simplicity of it hits harder than it should, because he’s right. You didn’t.
Law’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t look away from you “You’re still deciding.”
Kid’s jaw ticks “Tch. Just say it already.”
Luffy just waits, still smiling. Because he already knows.
And suddenly, you realize that so do you.
You inhale. Exhale. And then you turn.
Not to Kid.
Not to Law.
But to Luffy.
His eyes widen slightly, his fingers twitching against your sleeve “Eh?”
Your lips curl into a smirk “Took you long enough to find me, though”
Then he jumps with joy, hugs you tightly and kiss you on the cheek, which shocks you.
Luffy’s arms still wrapping tight around you like he never wants to let go.
Kid curses loudly, wheeling around to storm off, shoving a stunned passerby out of his way “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Law sighs heavily, running a hand down his face “Honestly.” But there’s no real bitterness in his voice, just understanding. Because they both saw it before you did.
You were never meant to follow. Never meant to stand beside them.
You were meant to run wild and free, with the only captain who never wanted to tame you in the first place.
Luffy pulls back, beaming, his hands still tight around you “So that means you’re coming with me, right?”
“As if you’d let me go.”
He grins.
“Never.”
