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[iamnot-crazy]

Sworn Vengeance

Summary: It has been over a decade since you last seen that stupid spotted hat and now you find it upon the head of a grown man who should of died a long time ago. You blamed him for the deaths of your loved ones and sworn revenge. After a month of tracking him you finally have your moment to enact your plan.

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

Word count: 2130

A/N: if you enjoy post like this check out my Masterlist. Its been a long while since I last wrote something but I hopefully have returned. a lot has happened in my life since the last time I posted on tumblr, first a got married and then I lost my job but quickly found a new job right after so there has been nothing short of a roller coster preventing me from not only writing but enjoying other peoples writing. I hope you all enjoy this short piece that mostly came from a perspective of blame for life mistakes and learning to not hold on to them or understand them from another perspective.

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."

Law's breath hitched, almost imperceptibly, before a faint smirk touched his lips. He released you, turning and heading towards his awaiting crew. A profound sense of relief, carefully hidden, seemed to settle over him as you slowly walked behind him.

[iamnot-crazy]

A Pirates choice Full Post

Summary: Shortly after leaving Wano the heart pirates run into a easy group of pirates but Law notices you falling behind. You now have to face your captain with the truth of what happened in Wano. After your confession Law and the crew becoming more protective over you and when black beard attacks this protectiveness is on full display.

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

Word count: 12,365

TW: This story contains mentions of sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, abortion, miscarriage, and torture.

A/N: Here is the full post for my pirates choice series. if you enjoy post like this check out my Masterlist and let me know what you think. If you want to read this in the original posts as I do adjust to story slightly to fit this format find here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The clash of steel echoed across the sunbaked beach as the battle between the Heart Pirates and a smaller, aspiring pirate crew. The Heart Pirates were dancing through the battle while you fell behind. Your mind was clouded, and your usual attacks missed their marks. Law’s sharp observation cut through your sluggishness. “Y/N! Either find your rhythm or get back to the Tang!” His voice, amplified by the salty air, held a familiar edge of impatience.

A flare of stubbornness, hot in your chest, banished the mental fog. You pushed off the sand, forcing your body back into the familiar dance of battle. The chaotic thoughts that had clouded your mind receded, replaced by the ingrained patterns of parry and riposte. Law’s lips quirked in a brief smirk as he watched you seamlessly rejoin the fray, your movements once again a fluid blend of defense and attack. A dull throb in your right side, a subtle discord in your otherwise harmonious movements, went almost unnoticed.

The clash of steel gradually faded, leaving the cries of gulls overhead and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Law’s gaze swept the littered beach, his brow furrowed until he spotted your hunched figure near a cluster of dark rocks, your arm pressed tightly against your side. He approached as the sound of your ragged breaths, hitched in the salty air.

“Are you injured?” Law asked, trying to scan your form. You nodded, lifting your hand to reveal the thin gash barely needing stitches. A deep frown creased Law’s forehead. He’d witnessed you fight through broken bones and shrugged off cuts that would incapacitate lesser pirates. The tremor in your hand, the wide, almost panicked look in your eyes – it was an anomaly, a stark deviation from the fierce resilience he’d come to expect. Tears welled in your gaze as you stared at the insignificant wound.

"Y/N," he murmured, the single word carrying a weight of unspoken questions.

You drew in a ragged breath, the air catching in your throat before the unexpected words tumbled out. "I'm pregnant."

Law froze, the casual question dying on his lips. His gaze flickered from the insignificant gash on your abdomen to the sudden vulnerability in your eyes, a dawning horror creeping into his features. Pregnant? How? When? His mind reeled. Law jumped 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, staring at the wall blankly. Law silently performs a scan, confirming your condition.

"So, who’s the father?" His voice was gruff, laced with a hint of concern. “Is it Shachi’s?” 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?” he 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.

A horrifying stillness descended upon Law. His head snapped up, his eyes widening as he comprehend the timeline. He stared at you, a storm of anger and a terrible understanding warring within him. “In the Wano prison?” The question was barely a breath, a horrified confirmation of his unspoken fear. Your small nod was a crushing weight.

His posture stiffened, a visible fury radiating off him as he began to move, a caged energy threatening to erupt. When you instinctively flinched at the sudden movement, his expression softened, and he lowered himself, meeting your gaze once more. “Tell me,” he commanded, his voice low and urgent. “Everything.”

You shook your head, the memory a painful knot in your throat, constricting your airway. “It… it was one of the guards.”

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

“Ikkaku and I were separated from them. The women were placed in another cell,” Your voice hitched, a shiver running down your spine as the memory of the cold, damp stone and the leering faces of the guards flashed behind your eyelids. “I saw some of the guards being aggressive towards some of the women… I shouted at them to stop… The guards just turned their aggression to me…” Tears now flooded down your face.

“Ikkaku…?”

“She’s fine. She couldn’t do anything; there were 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 your lips pulled down into a deep frown.

Law placed his hand on your shoulder, “Everything that happens to my crew matters.”

You nod as Law pushed off you, stepping back with his sword in hand. He pulls it out and lifted the metal tip pointing right at your abdomen. A strangled gasp escaped your lips. You scrambled backward, your hands flailing for purchase on the slick metal of the examination table, your eyes wide with terror. “What the hell are you doing?!” you shrieked.

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

Your hands flew to your abdomen, a desperate, instinctive shield against the gleaming threat.

"The what?" you choked out, your voice thick with disbelief and rising panic.

"The developing fetus," Law clarified, the clinical term stripping away any semblance of comfort. He lowered the sword by a fraction, "The procedure is swift. You will feel nothing." He watch you expecting to see you to calm down and agree to the procedure, but instead, you remained in a protective state.

A sharp disbelief edged Law's tone, a subtle judgment in his gaze. "You're not seriously contemplating… keeping it, are you?"

Shame burned on your cheeks. You averted your eyes, the weight of his disapproval pressing down on you. "I... I don't know," you whispered, the uncertainty a painful admission. Law released a slow, frustrated breath.

He took a step closer, "Y/N," he said, his voice softer but firm. "A child has no place on a pirate ship, especially one navigating the Grand Line with a target on its back."

You knew his logic was sound, the harsh realities of pirate life unforgiving. Yet, a fierce, primal instinct stirred within you, a fragile bud of hope clinging to life. A part of me… wants this. “But…” your voice was barely a whisper, a plea against the cold logic.

Law’s jaw tightened. He turned away sharply, running a frustrated hand through his already disheveled hair. He turned back, his voice softer, but edged with a desperate practicality. “That would be your maternal instinct kicking in, Y/N. But you know you can’t have a child. You’re a wanted pirate; the world government won’t care if you had a kid. Besides, 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,” Law said, the firmness in his voice laced with a weariness that hadn't been there before.

“No?” you echoed, pushing yourself to a shaky stand. “Just moments ago, you were ready to excise it like a disease, and now… you’re hesitating?”

“I won’t ‘just do it’,” Law clarified, his voice softening, “Not like this. You need to be certain, Y/N. This has to be your decision.”

“Two seconds ago,” you spat, your voice trembling, “my permission didn’t seem to matter!”

“That was before I saw the uncertainty in your eyes,” Law countered, taking a step closer, his voice low and earnest. “I won’t have you blaming me later, haunted by regret. I need to know, truly, what do you want.”

You looked up at your captain, your voice cracking with unshed tears. “What… what I want?”

Law nodded, his thumb gently tracing the wetness on your cheek. “I promise,” he said, his voice a low murmur, “we’ll figure this out. Together. Whatever you choose.”

A small, shaky nod was your only reply. In that moment, the raw vulnerability in your eyes spoke volumes, and Law understood. He pulled you close, enfolding you in a tight embrace, a silent promise of support and shared burden.

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 him that seeing 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 Explosions rained from outside. 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 surfaced.

The crew rushed towards the exit and onto the island, eager to confront Blackbeard's forces. You followed close behind, your heart pounding, but in a swift, almost instinctual movement, Law reached out, his hand clamping onto your wrist, pulling you back sharply. "You're staying by me," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering, his body positioned protectively between you and the exit.

Surprise and a surge of defiance rippled through you. "What?!" you exclaimed, tugging at your arm. "It's Blackbeard! You need to have your full attention and I wouldn't want to miss out on the fun." But held captive by Law's strong grip, the urgency of the situation, and your own underlying fear, became undeniable.

You yanked your arm free. “Y/N…” Law began, but his words were cut short by the massive shadow of Blackbeard falling over the island. He looked up to see Blackbeard, a monstrous silhouette, soared above on a grotesque, winged beast.

Law turned to you but you were gone, running across the beach. Law looked back up to the sky before hitting Blackbeard with a barrage of room-based attacks.

Your attention was on Jesus, the user of the Strong Strong Fruit who was yanking mountains from the ground and hurtling towards your allies. A raw cry tore from your throat as you channeled your Haki into your sword. You launched yourself into the air, the wind whipping past your face. The crack as your Haki-infused steel split the mountain in two resonated in your chest. A fierce satisfaction bloomed as you landed, the dust settling around you, and you caught the brief, almost imperceptible nod of approval in Law's 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 hurtling 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.

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Law’s mind drifted back to the day you’d claimed that 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 the 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 rolled your eyes and scrunched 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 asked 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. You removed the coat and playfully tossed it at him. He pulled the coat off his face with a smirk, “You are one of the strongest fighters of the crew; no one is going to think you are weak, not 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… are 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 looked 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 him. “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 think it shows how much you care about everyone around you.” Law paused as he looked into your eyes. “If I am looking at you differently, it’s not because you’re weak, but 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 lay 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 at him, 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 as you collapsed to the ground, 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’s vein 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 dove 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 warring 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 piercing 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 declared, 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. "Get out of here," he begged, “please, save yourself.” 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 came 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 dove into the water, blocking the horrifying sight from Law's view.

Law finally was consumed by the darkness, allowing Bepo to take him far away from the island and out of Blackbeard's clutches.

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 his 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 woman 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 have survived.” Bepo looked up in confusion. Law sighed as he sank back down, his body heavy with grief. "But her daughter didn’t," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

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 sank as the color drained 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 included a eternal post that will bring you to the island we are heading to, 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. Y/N.’

Law crumpled up the letter in his hand and held it close to his face in thought. "Captain?" Bepo asked, his voice trembling. "What are we going to do?"

Law’s jaw twitched, his gaze fixed on Bepo’s worried face. The air crackled with the lingering energy of his brief clash with Blackbeard. “We will get Y/N and the rest of our crew back, Bepo,” he stated, his voice low and laced with a grim determination that held no argument. “I swear it.”

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. 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.

“Gone…” The word was a ragged tear in the silence, your voice barely audible. Your hand instinctively drifted to your ravaged abdomen, the phantom weight of life now a hollow ache. “My baby is Gone.” A strangled sob escaped your lips. “I let it happen… I failed him… failed everyone…” A hiccuping cough tore through you, each spasm a fresh wave of grief. You leaned heavily into Ikkaku, the dam finally breaking, hot tears streaming down your face, mingling with the grime of the cell.

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 finally 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.

"Did she say 'baby?" 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 unable to repeat the event that she was forced to witness a month ago. "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 detangled 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 hung heavy, a cloying mix of damp mildew that clung to the stone walls and the sharp, metallic tang of that seemed to emanate from every shadowed corner. 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. That blond 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 that… your injuries were grim. You were in a coma for three days. Blackbeard was insistent we stabilize you."

"He was?"

"We thinks you're the reason he didn't leave us on the island. To lure captain back.”

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 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 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."

Days had passed since the Blackbeard pirates returned to their base island. You and your crew had been moved from their ship into a crude prison. Your crew was locked behind rusty bars, their faces grim with worry, while you were chained to the back wall of the main holding cell, just agonizingly out of their reach.

After the first brutal day of this arrangement, you had pleaded with your crew, to let you do all the talking, to not provoke your captors or try to defend you.

Now, you hung limply against the heavy chains biting cruelly into your wrists, the sticky warmth of old and fresh blood a constant reminder of your captivity. Your left eye throbbed with a dull, insistent ache, nearly swollen shut, and a sharp, stabbing pain radiated from what you suspected were several cracked or broken ribs.

The clang of metal against stone echoes in the suffocating darkness of your cell, the heavy door swinging inward with a violent force that makes you flinch. Blackbeard stands silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor, his massive frame radiating a palpable fury.

“WHERE IS HE!” he bellows, his voice a guttural roar that vibrates through your battered body.

“Why hasn’t your captain come crawling for you yet!” Blackbeard storms towards you, his heavy boots thudding on the stone floor. His greasy hand shoots out, gripping around your throat, cutting off your already shallow breaths. You meet his furious gaze with a defiant silence.

With a frustrated snarl, he flings you sideways against the cold stone wall. A fresh wave of agony washes over you, and you gasp, the rough stone scraping against your raw skin.

“Maybe just you isn’t enough,” he growls, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. His eyes shift behind you to the cells that hold your crew. “Maybe I should start… encouraging him by torturing the rest of your precious little crew. Then he’ll come running faster, won’t he?”

A dry, humorless sound escapes your lips, a weak tisk. All eyes of your imprisoned nakama turn towards you. “He won’t,” you manage, your voice raspy. “You were right before. Torture me, and Law becomes desperate, reckless. Torture the crew…” You cough, spitting blood onto the ground. “Torture the crew, and he becomes angry. And an angry Law… is a methodical Law. You said so yourself you,” you rasp, meeting his furious gaze, “do not want to fight a methodical Law.”

Blackbeard’s glare intensifies, the air thick with his simmering rage. “And if I kill you or one of them…”

“It will snap him back,” you finish, the words a painful exhale. “Back into that cold, calculating mind of his.”

A grudging respect flickered in his dark eyes. “You make a good point. And I can appreciate you trying to protect your pathetic crew.” He lunges, his massive hand tangling in your matted hair, yanking your head upwards, the pain searing through your scalp. “But if your precious captain doesn’t arrive in the next two days… I’ll start taking their lives. And I’ll force you to watch.”

You look up at him, your eyes filled with a stark, undeniable fear.

The next day, the Blackbeard pirates dragged your crew out of the cells, leaving you alone in the cold chamber.

The salt-laced wind whipped at Law’s coat as his solitary figure stepped onto the crude dock of the island. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the scattered Blackbeard pirates who barely glanced his way, too drunk or too arrogant to recognize the storm brewing in his eyes. He knew Blackbeard would be expecting him, would relish this twisted game.

And there he was. Blackbeard, a hulking shadow against the dilapidated buildings, a grin splitting his greasy beard as his dark, beady eyes locked onto Law. A crude cage sat beside him, the familiar forms of his crew their faces grim. But you weren’t among them. A cold dread, sharper than any blade, twisted in Law’s gut.

“Trafalgar Law!” Blackbeard’s booming laugh echoed across the small port. “Come to surrender, have you? Smart move, Shishishi!” He gestured a thick arm towards the cage. “Your little crew here is in a delicate position. A word from me…” He mimed snapping his fingers, the implication chilling the air. “Unless, of course, you’d like to offer your own life in exchange for theirs?”

Law’s hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of Kikoku. “And Y/N?” His voice was low, a barely contained growl.

Blackbeard’s grin widened, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Ah, Y/N. A… special case. You see, Trafalgar, I know you have some tricks up your sleeve, so I have her safely locked away,” he chuckled darkly. “But you know how accidents happen in prison, don’t you?”

Rage, cold and sharp, pierced through Law’s carefully constructed composure. “You disgusting—”Before Law could finish, he lunged, Kikoku flashing silver in the dim light. Blackbeard roared, his own massive fists swinging. The clash of their power shook the ground.

Then, a monstrous roar ripped through the air from Law’s flank. Bepo, impossibly large and wreathed in the electric aura of his Sulong form, slammed into the ground beside Law, a furry white whirlwind of fury. His massive paw swiped at the cage, tearing through the flimsy bars as if they were paper.

Blackbeard roared in surprise, his eyes wide. “What?! That overgrown polar bear!” He glanced back at Law, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “So, that was your little trick, Shishishi! Honestly, Law, I expected more from you.”

Law glared, his grip tightening on Kikoku before he lunged into his next attack. “So what if you got your crew free?” he snarled, their blades clashing. “I have Y/N! And right now, I have a crew of men who are torturing her as we speak. The longer you draw out this fight, the longer she will be tortured.”

Law hesitated, his sword wavering slightly, a flicker of pain crossing his features at the thought of your suffering. Blackbeard’s booming laughter echoed in the sudden lull, and Law flinched at the sound, his momentary lapse costing him as Blackbeard landed a heavy blow to his chest. With a renewed fury born of guilt and desperation, Law roared and lunged back into the fray.

Meanwhile, Bepo stood protectively in front of the freed Heart Pirates, who were now surrounded by a surging wave of low-ranking Blackbeard pirates – those without Devil Fruit powers, relying on sheer numbers. The Heart Pirates, weaponless and exhausted from their imprisonment, were struggling to defend themselves against the overwhelming tide. Law’s jaw twitched as his gaze flickered across the chaotic battlefield, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest.

The island shuddered as Law’s Shambles lifted chunks of shattered earth into the air. They spun around Blackbeard like deadly orbits, a silent threat hanging in the dusty haze. Blackbeard roared, unleashing a blast of his dark energy, but Law deftly shifted the debris, intercepting the attack.

Then, as if the very earth had decided to join the fray, one of the massive boulders hurtled directly towards Blackbeard. But it wasn’t just a random rock. A blur of green, materialized in it's place, “Santoryu… Onigiri!” Two blades slammed into Blackbeard’s back, a deep gash tearing through his thick flesh. Blackbeard roared in pain and surprise, stumbling forward. Before he could react, the blur vanished in a swirl of Law’s power.

Blackbeard spun around, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the hell—?!"

He didn’t have time to process it. Another figure blurred into existence behind him, this time replaced by the metallic gleam of out stretched arm. “Franky… Radical Beam!” A devastating laser blast erupted from his palm, slamming directly into Blackbeard’s face. The force of the attack sent the Yonko sprawling backward, smoke billowing from his scorched features.

And then, as Blackbeard flew through the air, a familiar rubbery form appeared in the space where a chunk of debris had been moments before. Luffy, his arm stretched taut like a slingshot, grinned widely. “Gomu Gomu no… Jet Gatling!” He launched himself forward, a flurry of rubbery fists slamming into Blackbeard’s chest, propelling him back towards Law with incredible force.

Law’s hand shot out, Shambles engulfing the space. As Blackbeard hurtled towards him, Sanji, a blur of black suit and fiery leg, slammed into the Yonko with a devastating kick, sending him careening into the ground.

Across the chaotic battlefield, Nami unleashed crackling thunderclouds, Usopp rained down explosive projectiles, Brook’s chilling Soul Solid sliced through the air, and Jinbe’s fish-man karate sent waves of water crashing against the encroaching Blackbeard pirates.

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Law stood in a loose triangle above the cratered earth where Blackbeard lay groaning. A collective breath hung in the air.

****

[Three days earlier]

****

Bepo wrung his large, furry hands together, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a palpable anxiety. “Captain… we can’t fight Blackbeard alone. Not like this.”

Law spun around, his cape flaring, his gaze sharp and fractured with a raw desperation. “Then what other choice do we have, Bepo?! Y/N is in a prison, being tortured again! Because of me!” Tears welled in his grey eyes, a stark contrast to his usual controlled intensity.

Bepo inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat. “Going in alone… he’ll kill you, Captain. And like Y/N said in her note… your Devil Fruit power is too important. If Blackbeard gets his hands on the Op-Op no Mi… it could be the end of everything.”

“Then what in the damn world do you want me to do, Bepo!” Law’s voice cracked, the shout laced with a desperate frustration.

Bepo hesitated, his brow furrowed in thought, his large frame trembling slightly. “We… we ask the Straw Hats for help.” He flinched visibly after uttering the words, bracing himself for Law’s inevitable fury at the mere suggestion.

Law froze, the anger draining away, replaced by a weary disbelief. “No,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “No, we can’t…” He took a ragged breath, dragging a hand across his damp eyes. “For one, we have no idea where they even are. Secondly… even if we did find them… I told Luffy we were no longer allies. They have no reason… no reason at all to help us.”

Bepo fidgeted, his ears drooping, before his paw fumbled inside his pocket, retrieving a small, rectangular piece of paper – a Vivre Card. “Nami… Nami gave this to me. In case of emergencies.” He avoided Law’s gaze. “I promised her… I promised her I wouldn’t tell you about it if you were planning on using it to fight Luffy. We don’t need to be allies to ask for their help, Captain. They… they’re our friends.”

Law stared at the Vivre Card in Bepo’s paw, a flicker of hope igniting in his weary eyes.

The next day, a small, battered rowboat scraped against the hull of the magnificent Thousand Sunny. Luffy’s face broke into a wide, joyful grin at the sight of Law, but the cheerfulness vanished instantly, replaced by a deep concern as he took in their disheveled state. He was instantly helping Law onto the deck, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a quiet urgency as Law, his voice strained, explained their desperate situation. Luffy listened intently, his expression hardening with each word. When Law finished, the Straw Hat captain’s answer was immediate and resolute. “Blackbeard hurt my friends? Then he’s gonna pay. Nobody hurts my friends and gets away with it!”

The interior of the Thousand Sunny’s lounge was dimly lit, the only sound the rustling of maps and the occasional sip of coffee. Law leaned over a crudely drawn map of the island, pointing to a specific location with a long, pale finger. Luffy sat across from him, legs kicked up on the table, a piece of meat halfway to his mouth. Zoro leaned against a bookshelf, arms crossed, his single eye narrowed in contemplation. Sanji and Robin stood nearby, their expressions serious. The rest of the Straw Hats sat on the couches, watching Law’s map closely.

“The initial confrontation is crucial,” Law’s voice was low, his gaze intense. “I go in alone. Blackbeard’s ego is as large as his stomach. He’ll want the satisfaction of me facing him directly. He’ll use my crew as leverage, I’m certain of it. Especially Y/N.”

Luffy swallowed his meat. “So you’re just gonna walk into a trap?”

“It’s a calculated risk,” Law corrected, his tone sharp. “Bepo’s Sulong form will create the initial disruption, drawing attention and hopefully giving Chopper and Robin the window they need.”

“To find Y/N, right?” Chopper squeaked, his small form sitting next to Robin.

Law nodded, his gaze softening slightly at the sight of the anxious doctor. “Precisely. Robin’s knowledge of infiltration and Chopper’s medical expertise… you two are the best suited for a swift and discreet rescue.” He held up the small, crimson-stained piece of paper. “I was able to make a Vivre Card from the letter they sent with Y/N’s blood. This will lead you to her.”

“Once Y/N is free and armed,” Law continued, his eyes meeting Robin’s, “her priority will be to secure the rest of our crew and get them back to the Sunny.” He slid Y/N’s familiar katana across the map towards Robin. The worn leather of the hilt seemed to hum with a silent familiarity.

Sanji’s brow furrowed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “You expect Y/N to fight in her condition, Law?”

Law’s gaze hardened, a fierce protectiveness flickering within them. “Y/N can fight. I’ve seen her fight through injuries that would cripple even the toughest people. Nothing will stop her. Even if they cut off her arms,” his voice was low and unwavering, “she would still find a way to tear them apart with her teeth. Never underestimate her.”

Zoro grinned, a rare flash of camaraderie in his single eye. “Sounds like my kind of woman!”

Law ignored him, his attention returning to the map. “While Bepo engages and I clash with Blackbeard, the rest of you will infiltrate from the rear. The element of surprise is our greatest weapon.”

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[Present]

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You raise your head, the brewing ruckus outside filtering into your dark cell. The sounds of battle – shouts, clashing steel, and the unmistakable bellow of Law’s voice – send a jolt of conflicting emotions through your battered body. Relief washes over you that he has arrived, but it’s quickly followed by a sharp wave of anger and a gnawing fear. Anger that he didn’t heed your warning, that his desperation has led him straight into Blackbeard’s trap. Fear that he might die here, and with him, perhaps, any hope for the future.

You hear heavy footsteps and hushed voices approaching your chamber. The heavy door swings inward with a groan, revealing the nasty, expectant smiles of several Blackbeard pirates. “Looks like your captain finally arrived,” one of them sneers, their eyes raking over your chained and bloodied form.

“Blackbeard told us to keep you… busy while he deals with the main event,” another chuckles, their eyes filled with a malicious anticipation as they crowd into the cell.

A surge of defiance, courses through your battered body. You straighten against the chains, the metal biting deeper into your raw skin, and glare at them, ready to unleash any ounce of strength you have left.

One of them reaches for your shoulder, and you twist your head, sinking your teeth into his hand. He shrieks, recoiling in pain, and you follow through with a brutal kick to his groin, sending him doubling over.

“Why you vicious little—!” he roars, raising a fist to strike you. But before his knuckles can connect, two delicate hands bloom from his back, their grip swift and deadly. They twist his head with a sickening crack, and he crumples to the ground. Surprise flickers across your face as three more pirates follow suit, collapsing silently.

Standing in the doorway is Robin holding her arms in a cross infront of her. Chopper peeks out nervously from behind her legs, his small form clutching a medical kit. A weak smile touches your lips. Law had found help from friends and is here under a level head.

After Chopper had cleaned and bandaged your most grievous wounds, Robin gently guides you out of the cell. Your legs are unsteady, each step sending jolts of pain through your ribs, and you lean heavily on her for support.

“Law said you would want to fight,” Robin says softly, her voice laced with concern. “But in your condition…”

Your gaze hardens. The pain is a roaring beast, but the thought of Law facing Blackbeard alone, of your crew still in danger… it eclipses everything else. You look up at Robin, “I will not let my captain or my crew die today.”

Robin’s lips curve into a small, understanding smile. “Very well then.”

The sounds of battle grow louder as you emerge into the open air. The sight that greets you is chaotic. Your crew, freed but unarmed, are surrounded by a snarling mob of Blackbeard pirates, Bepo a massive, furry bulwark against them, but clearly overwhelmed. Here and there, a glint of stolen steel flashes as Shachi, Penguin, and a few others fight with desperate ferocity.

Before you can fully assess the situation, Robin’s arms cross, and a silent wave of her power sweeps through the press of pirates surrounding your crew. They crumple to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. Your nakama look up, their eyes widening as they see you, Chopper, and Robin.

A collective cheer erupts, and they surge towards you, a wave of relief and fierce affection washing over you as you collide in a chaotic group hug. “Y/N!” “We were so worried!” “Forgive us for not protecting you better!”

You push away, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m so glad you’re all right.”

Ikkaku holds you at arm’s length, her gaze sweeping over your injuries, her own eyes brimming with tears. Shachi and Penguin stand close behind, their hands hovering protectively on your shoulders. “We’re so sorry, Y/N,” Ikkaku chokes out.

You place your hand over hers, a small, reassuring gesture. “Don’t be. I would endure it all again a thousand times over if it meant keeping you all alive.”

Shachi clears his throat, his voice thick with emotion. “We promise, Y/N. From this day forward… we will protect you. We won’t let anyone take you prisoner again.”

A genuine smile touches your lips. “Thank you, Shachi. Thank you all.” A chorus of determined nods answers you. “But first,” you say, your gaze hardening, “let’s focus on getting out of here.” Robin steps forward. “The Thousand Sunny is docked on the western side of the island. Your captain wants you to retreat there.”

“Bullshit!” Penguin roars, hefting a crudely fashioned club he’d taken from a fallen pirate. “We can fight! We will fight!” The rest of the crew echo his sentiment, brandishing stolen weapons, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten in their fierce loyalty.

Robin’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Very well then.” She turns towards the main battlefield, where the familiar forms of the Straw Hats are a whirlwind of motion. Your crew, a determined wave of red and white, charges after her.

Your gaze snaps towards the center of the fray. Law, Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro stand in a tense standoff against Blackbeard, who is raising his hand, a swirling vortex of the same terrifying darkness that had overwhelmed Law on the beach during your last battle beginning to form. A cold dread grips your heart. “Bepo!” you yell, your voice hoarse. The massive bear turns his furry head towards you. “Throw me over there! Now!”

Law braced himself as Blackbeard pushed his massive form out of the crater, a manic grin stretching across his scarred face. “Shihihi! This is better than I could have imagined! You brought me Straw Hat! I can kill the both of you at once now!” He leaped, landing with a thunderous thud in the center of Luffy, Law, Sanji, and Zoro.

Luffy cracked his knuckles, his eyes blazing with anger. “In your dreams! No one hurts my friends and gets away with it!” He launched a swift punch at Blackbeard, who easily dodged, followed by a swing from Zoro’s blades and a precise cut from Law’s Kikoku, both of which the Yonko evaded with disturbing ease.

“Shihihi! Is this the combined might that took down Kaido?” Blackbeard taunted, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He raised his hand, and Law’s blood ran cold as he watched the familiar, swirling vortex of darkness begin to coalesce.

“Luffy! Don’t let that vortex touch you! It absorbs Devil Fruit powers!” Law yelled a warning, and Luffy, his eyes widening in understanding, leaped backward, putting distance between himself and the growing void. “Zoro, Sanji, you need to…” Law began to strategize, but a blur of motion caught his eye.

You.

Propelled by Bepo’s massive throw, you flew across the battlefield, your sword a black streak against the smoky air. The haki-coated blade slammed into Blackbeard’s outstretched arm, halting the growth of the dark vortex with a sickening crunch. Blackbeard roared in pain, clutching his injured limb as blood blossomed between his fingers.

You land nimbly on the other side of him, your chest heaving with ragged breaths, your haki-covered sword still aimed at the stunned Yonko. “Don’t slow down! Keep fighting!” you gasped, and Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy instantly surged back into the attack, a renewed ferocity in their movements.

But Law’s gaze was fixed on you. He saw the tremor in your stance, the almost imperceptible sway. He moved without conscious thought, running to your side just as your legs threatened to buckle.

“Law…” you panted, leaning heavily against him. “You came.”

“Luffy!” Law’s voice boomed across the battlefield, his concern for you overriding the immediate fight. “Next phase! Now!”

Luffy grinned, slamming a fist against his chest, steam erupting around him. “Gear… Fiiiifth!” His form began to shift, becoming cartoonishly elastic.

“Shambles!” In a blink, Law and you were gone, reappearing on the other side of the island, the familiar wooden planks of the Thousand Sunny solid beneath your feet. Your legs gave out completely, and Law caught you, holding you tightly against him.

“Law…” your voice was weak, but the fire in your eyes still burned.

He held you close, the scent of blood and salt stinging his nose. “Y/N… gods, Y/N…” His voice was thick with emotion, a torrent of guilt and relief washing over him. “I am so sorry. For leaving you on that battlefield… for everything that happened… because I wasn’t strong enough… because I didn’t protect you like I should have.” His grip tightened, a desperate plea for forgiveness. “I’m sorry you lost your child…” The unspoken grief hung heavy between you.

Your hand, trembling slightly, reached up to cup his cheek. Your eyes filled with a fierce, unwavering love. “Law… don’t. I would gladly lose everything, every single thing, to protect you. You are my everything, Law. Without you…” Your voice caught, a raw vulnerability in your tone. “Without you, I have nothing.”

He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a deep, desperate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pain and longing, of survival and an unbreakable bond. A silent promise of enduring love amidst the chaos of war.

Finally, you broke apart, both breathing heavily. “We have to go back,” Law said, his voice hoarse but firm.

“To our crew,” you stated, a newfound resolve hardening your gaze despite the pain.

You returned to the edge of the island just as Luffy, now a bouncing, laughing figure of rubbery chaos, began to unleash a relentless assault on a bewildered Blackbeard.

“Go,” Law said, his hand resting briefly on your shoulder. “Get to our crew.”

He Shambled himself towards the cluster of Straw Hats battling the larger Blackbeard pirates. Your resolve hardening, you moved towards the sound of your crew’s voices.

Exhaustion clawed at you, but you fought through it. Each swing of your sword was a desperate act, yet your movements remained brutally efficient, a testament to years of honed skill. Then, the edges of your vision began to blur. A wave of dizziness washed over you. The world tilted. And you fell

“Y/N!” Ikkaku’s voice, thick with worry, as she ran to reached you first. Before you could fully register the wave of relief washing over you, Shachi’s hand was on your back, steadying you, while Penguin positioned himself slightly in front, his makeshift club held ready. Ikkaku gently lifted you, supporting your weight.

“I think now is the time to retreat.” Shachi said, “for y/n.”

Eventually, battered but unbroken, the entire Heart Pirate crew made their way back to the relative safety of the Thousand Sunny. Across the ravaged island, Luffy, a giant rubber fist cocked back, slammed into Blackbeard with the force of a small meteor, sending the Yonko hurtling through the air, a distant, fading roar swallowed by the wind.

After everyone had returned to the Thousand Sunny and was patched up, a boisterous celebration lit up the ship until a quiet exhaustion claimed the crews, who now sprawled across the deck, a tapestry of bandages and weary smiles. Sleep, however, eluded you and Law.

You stood at the front of the Sunny, leaning on the railing as the morning breeze gently caressed your hair. The salty air filled your lungs, a stark contrast to the stale confinement of your recent prison. A familiar presence approached, his footsteps soft on the wooden deck.

“Can’t sleep?” Law’s voice was a low murmur beside you before he leaned on the railing next to you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the familiar comfort a balm to your frayed nerves. “Not really,” you admitted.

Law hummed, looking off into the ocean. “How are you faring?”

You closed your eyes, taking in his peaceful presence. “Not well, to be honest, but I’m doing better now that you’re here. How are you?”

“upset honestly,” Law murmured, his gaze fixed on the horizon, “Seeing you… like that…” He trailed off, unable to voice the full extent of his anguish as flashing of the images of you he received entered his mind. “It won’t happen again.” He vowed his hand gently stroked your hair. “But I am proud of you, though. Your strength… the way you kept the rest of the crew… mostly out of harm’s way.”

You sighed softly, leaning further into his touch. “It wasn’t easy, Law. The first few days… all I wanted to do was grieve. The loss of my child… the loss of Hakugan, Clione, and Jean Bart… the Polar Tang…” A tremor ran through you. “But I knew I had to be strong. For them but I was so scared not for myself but for them if they kept defending me they would be harmed or killed.”

Law tilted his head placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You don't have to be strong with me. Your safe. Their safe thanks to you.”

You turn into his shoulder sucking in a ragged breath and let the tears flow soaking his shoulder. You felt his hand tighten on your shoulder. “I'm sorry y/n but I have to know did Blackbeard… did he…” His thought wandered, searching for the right words, but you knew what he was asking: if he had done the same thing the guards in Wano had done to you.

You shook your head. “No, and when the others tried, they didn’t get the chance,” you cut in, a small, grateful smile touching your lips. “Robin and Chopper… they arrived right on time.” A wave of relief washed over Law at your words.

A heavier silence fell between you. “And… the baby?” Law asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “How are you… dealing with that?”

You took a deep breath, the salty air stinging your eyes. “Devastated. There’s no other word for it. But… strangely… there’s also a sense of relief. No more constant worry about its safety in this life. You were right, Law. It’s too dangerous for a child right now. Maybe… maybe one day, when things are different… But not yet. Not when there’s still so much to do to make this world better.”

Law was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. “What do you want to do next, then?”

You admitted, a touch of uncertainty in your voice, “I don’t know. Without the Polar Tang… our old path feels… different. But after facing Blackbeard… and seeing Luffy fight… I know we have to keep going. We have to see him become the Pirate King, Law. Bring that new era into the world.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Law’s features. For so long, your conviction had been that he would be the one to change the world, perhaps even become King. Now, your gaze held a newfound respect as it drifted towards Luffy, who was snoring softly amidst a pile of discarded bandages. The way you looked at him was as if he was always meant to be king, the same way he had watched the people of Dressrosa and Wano look at him.

Law nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “He… he is capable of more than I ever could. And… I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. I’ve seen it myself… the kind of freedom he brings wherever he goes.”

You turned to Law, a small, playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “So, Captain… what do you say? Are you going to don a straw hat?”

Law chuckled softly, the sound a welcome lightness in the dawn air. “Maybe. But what about our crew? We can’t expect the Straw Hats to allow all seventeen of us on his ship.”

“Maybe we find a new ship,” you suggested, your gaze drifting towards your sleeping nakama, “and sail as close allies with them? Or we could travel to Zou and Dressrosa… even Wano. All of them need help rebuilding. Maybe… maybe we split up for now.”

Law glances over at the deck at his crew. Before you walk up here the crew was sticking close to your side and when you walked way shachi and penguin took guard at the bottom of the stairs before falling asleep. Law laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound. “Seeing how protective the crew has become over you, Y/N… I don’t think we’ll be able to convince them to leave your side anytime soon. If anything… I almost want to say you’re more their captain now than I am.”

You threw a soft punch to his side, a playful jab. “Don’t say that! We’re all here to follow you, Law.”

He shook his head. “And look what following me has done. When I lead, I lead them to trouble, to disaster, but when you lead, they are protected, they are hopeful. And I have been separated from them too many times now. It doesn’t even feel like I am even a part of the crew sometimes,” he admitted, lowering his head. He had been keeping his distance ever since Wano but so have you.

“Law,” you said softly, your hand finding his, “they’re more than just a crew. They’re your family. No separation will ever break that. And we follow you not because you will protect us or keep us safe; we follow you because we believe in you and want you to achieve your dreams.”

Law’s gaze softened, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound tenderness. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Then… let’s take care of them together. As… co-captains.”

Your breath hitched, surprise coloring your features. You looked from Law’s loving gaze to your crew, still sleeping peacefully on the deck, and back again. A warmth spread through your chest, a sense of shared purpose and unwavering love.

“Deal,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Whatever comes next… we do it together.”

You leaned in, your lips finding his in a tender kiss, a silent promise of a shared future, whatever uncertain horizons lay ahead.

A/N: Thank you for reading 😊. I know I say this about every new thing I write but I think this story hit the closest to home for me. I started writing this after taking a pregnancy test and becoming extremely upset to find it was negative even though I know I am not ready for a child or even want one at the moment but the feminine urge was deep inside me. So I wrote this. I also am a SA victim so I added a bit of my own emotional support for it in this.

Anyways hope you enjoyed and if you like this give my other stuff a read or give me suggestions of what to write next.

[iamnot-crazy]

A Pirates Choice Pt 4 Final

Summary: After finding out of your and your crew's capture by Black Beard Law set forth a plan to rescue you and the crew.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Here is part 4 hope you all enjoy I think this is one of the few time I actually have a happy ending! Anyways please read the first 3 parts first and I am currently working on making a full post for this story. Also I apologize for the long wait it took me a while to decided how I wanted to end this story.

Law’s jaw twitched, his gaze fixed on Bepo’s worried face. The air crackled with the lingering energy of his brief clash with Blackbeard. “We will get Y/N and the rest of our crew back, Bepo,” he stated, his voice low and laced with a grim determination that brooked no argument. “I swear it.”

[Your POV]

The clang of metal against stone echoes in the suffocating darkness of your cell, the heavy door swinging inward with a violent force that makes you flinch. Blackbeard stands silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor, his massive frame radiating a palpable fury.

“WHERE IS HE!” he bellows, his voice a guttural roar that vibrates through your battered body. You hang limply against the chains biting into your wrists, the sticky warmth of old and new blood a constant reminder of your captivity. Your left eye throbs, nearly swollen shut, and a sharp, insistent pain radiates from what you suspect are several broken ribs.

“Why hasn’t your captain come crawling for you yet!” Blackbeard storms towards you, his heavy boots thudding on the stone floor. His greasy hand shoots out, gripping around your throat, cutting off your already shallow breaths. You meet his furious gaze with a defiant silence.

With a frustrated snarl, he flings you sideways against the cold stone wall. A fresh wave of agony washes over you, and you gasp, the rough stone scraping against your raw skin.

“Maybe just you isn’t enough,” he growls, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. His eyes shift behind you to the cells that hold your crew. “Maybe I should start… encouraging him by torturing the rest of your precious little crew. Then he’ll come running faster, won’t he?”

A dry, humorless sound escapes your lips, a weak tisk. All eyes of your imprisoned nakama, turn towards you. You have pleaded earlier when they move you into this chamber to let you do all the talking and to not try to defend you. “He won’t,” you manage, your voice raspy. “You were right before. Torture me, and Law becomes desperate, reckless. Torture the crew…” You cough spitting blood onto the ground. “Torture the crew, and he becomes angry. And an angry Law… is a methodical Law. You said so yourself. And you,” you rasp, meeting his furious gaze, “do not want to fight a methodical Law.”

Blackbeard’s glare intensifies, the air thick with his simmering rage. “And if I kill you or one of them…”

“It will snap him back,” you finish, the words a painful exhale. “Back into that cold, calculating mind of his.”

A grudging respect flickered in his dark eyes. “You make a good point. And I can appreciate you trying to protect your pathetic crew.” He lunges, his massive hand tangling in your matted hair, yanking your head upwards, the pain searing through your scalp. “But if your precious captain doesn’t arrive in the next two days… I’ll start taking their lives. And I’ll force you to watch.”

You look up at him, your eyes filled with a stark, undeniable fear.

The next day Law the black beard pirates dragged you crew out of the cells leaving you alone in the cold chamber.

[Law]

The salt-laced wind whipped at Law’s trench coat as his solitary figure stepped onto the crude dock of the island. It reeked of stale ale and the underlying stench of something rotten. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the scattered Blackbeard pirates who barely glanced his way, too drunk or too arrogant to recognize the storm brewing in his eyes. He knew Blackbeard would be expecting him, would relish this twisted game.

And there he was. Blackbeard, a hulking shadow against the dilapidated buildings, a grin splitting his greasy beard as his dark, beady eyes locked onto Law. A crude cage sat beside him, the familiar forms of his crew – Shachi, Penguin, Ikkaku, the others – their faces grim, their eyes pleading. But Y/N wasn’t among them. A cold dread, sharper than any blade, twisted in Law’s gut.

“Trafalgar Law!” Blackbeard’s booming laugh echoed across the small port. “Come to surrender, have you? Smart move, Shishishi!” He gestured a thick arm towards the cage. “Your little crew here is in a delicate position. A word from me…” He mimed snapping his fingers, the implication chilling the air. “Unless, of course, you’d like to offer your own life in exchange for theirs?”

Law’s hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of Kikoku. “And Y/N?” His voice was low, a barely contained growl.

Blackbeard’s grin widened, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Ah, Y/N. A… special case. You see, Trafalgar, I know you have some tricks up your sleeve so I have her safely locked away. he chuckled darkly, “But you know how accidents happen in prison, don’t they?”

Rage, cold and sharp, pierced through Law’s carefully constructed composure. “You disgusting—"

Before Law could finish, he lunged, Kikoku flashing silver in the dim light. Blackbeard roared, his own massive fists swinging. The clash of their power shook the ground.

Then, a monstrous roar ripped through the air from Law’s flank. Bepo, impossibly large and wreathed in the electric aura of his Sulong form, slammed into the ground beside Law, a furry white whirlwind of fury. His massive paw swiped at the cage, tearing through the flimsy bars as if they were paper.

Blackbeard roared in surprise, his eyes wide. “What?! That overgrown polar bear!” He glanced back at Law, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “So, that was your little trick, Shishishi! Honestly, Law, I expected more from you.”

Law glared, his grip tightening on Kikoku before he lunged into his next attack. “So what if you got your crew free?” he snarled, their blades clashing. “I have Y/N! And right now, I have a crew of men who are torturing her as we speak. The longer you draw out this fight, the longer she will be tortured.”

Law hesitated, his sword wavering slightly, a flicker of pain crossing his features at the thought of your suffering. Blackbeard’s booming laughter echoed in the sudden lull, and Law flinched at the sound, his momentary lapse costing him as Blackbeard landed a heavy blow to his chest. With a renewed fury born of guilt and desperation, Law roared and lunged back into the fray.

Meanwhile, Bepo stood protectively in front of the freed Heart Pirates, who were now surrounded by a surging wave of low-ranking Blackbeard pirates – those without Devil Fruit powers, relying on sheer numbers. The Heart Pirates, weaponless and exhausted from their imprisonment, were struggling to defend themselves against the overwhelming tide. Law’s jaw twitched as his gaze flickered across the chaotic battlefield, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest.

The island shuddered as Law’s Shambles lifted chunks of shattered earth into the air. They spun around Blackbeard like deadly orbits, a silent threat hanging in the dusty haze. Blackbeard roared, unleashing a blast of his dark energy, but Law deftly shifted the debris, intercepting the attack.

Then, as if the very earth had decided to join the fray, one of the massive boulders hurtled directly towards Blackbeard. But it wasn’t just a random rock. With a blur of green, Zoro materialized behind it, his swords already drawn. “Santoryu… Onigiri!” The blades slammed into Blackbeard’s back, a deep gash tearing through his thick flesh. Blackbeard roared in pain and surprise, stumbling forward. Before he could react, the boulder – and Zoro – vanished in a swirl of Law’s power.

Blackbeard spun around, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the hell—?!"

He didn’t have time to process it. Another figure blurred into existence behind him, this time replaced by the metallic gleam of Franky’s arm. “Franky… Radical Beam!” A devastating laser blast erupted from his palm, slamming directly into Blackbeard’s face. The force of the attack sent the Yonko sprawling backward, smoke billowing from his scorched features.

And then, as Blackbeard flew through the air, a familiar rubbery form appeared in the space where a chunk of debris had been moments before. Luffy, his arm stretched taut like a slingshot, grinned widely. “Gomu Gomu no… Jet Gatling!” He launched himself forward, a flurry of rubbery fists slamming into Blackbeard’s chest, propelling him back towards Law with incredible force.

Law’s hand shot out, Shambles engulfing the space. As Blackbeard hurtled towards him, Sanji, a blur of black suit and fiery leg, slammed into the Yonko with a devastating kick, sending him careening into the ground.

Across the chaotic battlefield, Nami unleashed crackling thunderclouds, Usopp rained down explosive projectiles, Brook’s chilling Soul Solid sliced through the air, and Jinbe’s fish-man karate sent waves of water crashing against the encroaching Blackbeard pirates.

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Law stood in a loose triangle above the cratered earth where Blackbeard lay groaning. A collective breath hung in the air.

[Three days earlier]

Bepo wrung his large, furry hands together, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a palpable anxiety. “Captain… we can’t fight Blackbeard alone. Not like this.”

Law spun around, his cape flaring, his gaze sharp and fractured with a raw desperation. “Then what other choice do we have, Bepo?! Y/N is in a prison, being tortured again! Because of me!” Tears welled in his grey eyes, a stark contrast to his usual controlled intensity.

Bepo inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat. “Going in alone… he’ll kill you, Captain. And like Y/N said in her note… your Devil Fruit power is too important. If Blackbeard gets his hands on the Op-Op no Mi… it could be the end of everything.”

“Then what in the damn world do you want me to do, Bepo!” Law’s voice cracked, the shout laced with a desperate frustration.

Bepo hesitated, his brow furrowed in thought, his large frame trembling slightly. “We… we ask the Straw Hats for help.” He flinched visibly after uttering the words, bracing himself for Law’s inevitable fury at the mere suggestion.

Law froze, the anger draining away, replaced by a weary disbelief. “No,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “No, we can’t…” He took a ragged breath, dragging a hand across his damp eyes. “For one, we have no idea where they even are. Secondly… even if we did find them… I told Luffy we were no longer allies. They have no reason… no reason at all to help us.”

Bepo fidgeted, his ears drooping, before his paw fumbled inside his pocket, retrieving a small, rectangular piece of paper – a Vivre Card. “Nami… Nami gave this to me. In case of emergencies.” He avoided Law’s gaze. “I promised her… I promised her I wouldn’t tell you about it if you were planning on using it to fight Luffy. We don’t need to be allies to ask for their help, Captain. They… they’re our friends.”

Law stared at the Vivre Card in Bepo’s paw, a flicker of hope igniting in his weary eyes.

The next day, a small, battered rowboat scraped against the hull of the magnificent Thousand Sunny. Luffy’s face broke into a wide, joyful grin at the sight of Law, but the cheerfulness vanished instantly, replaced by a deep concern as he took in their dishevelled state. He was instantly helping Law onto the deck, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a quiet urgency as Law, his voice strained, explained their desperate situation. Luffy listened intently, his expression hardening with each word. When Law finished, the Straw Hat captain’s answer was immediate and resolute. “Blackbeard hurt my friends? Then he’s gonna pay. Nobody hurts my friends and gets away with it!”

The interior of the Thousand Sunny’s lounge was dimly lit, the only sound the rustling of maps and the occasional sip of coffee. Law leaned over a crudely drawn map of the island, pointing to a specific location with a long, pale finger. Luffy sat across from him, legs kicked up on the table, a piece of meat halfway to his mouth. Zoro leaned against a bookshelf, arms crossed, his single eye narrowed in contemplation. Sanji and Robin stood nearby, their expressions serious. The rest of the Straw hat’s sat on the couches watching Law’s map closely.

“The initial confrontation is crucial,” Law’s voice was low, his gaze intense. “I go in alone. Blackbeard’s ego is as large as his stomach. He’ll want the satisfaction of me facing him directly. He’ll use my crew as leverage, I’m certain of it. Especially Y/N.”

Luffy swallowed his meat. “So you’re just gonna walk into a trap?”

“It’s a calculated risk,” Law corrected, his tone sharp. “Bepo’s Sulong form will create the initial disruption, drawing attention and hopefully giving Chopper and Robin the window they need.”

“To find Y/N, right?” Chopper squeaked, his small form peeking out from behind Robin’s legs.

Law nodded, his gaze softening slightly at the sight of the anxious doctor. “Precisely. Robin’s knowledge of infiltration and Chopper’s medical expertise… you two are the best suited for a swift and discreet rescue.” He held up the small, crimson-stained piece of paper. “I was able to make a Vivre card from the letter they sent with Y/N blood. This will lead you to her.”

“Once Y/N is free and armed,” Law continued, his eyes meeting Robin’s, “her priority will be to secure the rest of our crew and get them back to the Sunny.” He slid Y/N’s familiar katana across the map towards Robin. The worn leather of the hilt seemed to hum with a silent familiarity.

Sanji’s brow furrowed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “You expect Y/N to fight in her condition, Law?”

Law’s gaze hardened, a fierce protectiveness flickering within them. “Y/N can fight. I’ve seen her fight through injuries that would cripple lesser beings. Nothing will stop her. Even if they cut off her arms,” his voice was low and unwavering, “she would still find a way to tear them apart with her teeth. Never underestimate her.”

Zoro grinned, a rare flash of camaraderie in his single eye. “Sounds like my kind of woman!”

Law ignored him, his attention returning to the map. “While Bepo engages and I clash with Blackbeard, the rest of you will infiltrate from the rear. The element of surprise is our greatest weapon.”

[Your POV]

You raise your head, the brewing ruckus outside filtering into your dark cell. The sounds of battle – shouts, clashing steel, and the unmistakable bellow of Law’s voice – send a jolt of conflicting emotions through your battered body. Relief washes over you that he has arrived, but it’s quickly followed by a sharp wave of anger and a gnawing fear. Anger that he didn’t heed your warning, that his desperation has led him straight into Blackbeard’s trap. Fear that he might die here, and with him, perhaps, any hope for the future.

You hear heavy footsteps and hushed voices approaching your chamber. The heavy door swings inward with a groan, revealing the nasty, expectant smiles of several Blackbeard pirates. “Looks like your captain finally arrived,” one of them sneers, their eyes raking over your chained and bloodied form.

“Blackbeard told us to keep you… busy while he deals with the main event,” another chuckles, their eyes filled with a malicious anticipation as they crowd into the cell.

A surge of defiance, fueled by a desperate need to protect Law, courses through your battered body. You straighten against the chains, the metal biting deeper into your raw skin, and glare at them, ready to unleash any ounce of strength you have left. One of them reaches for your shoulder, and you twist your head, sinking your teeth into his hand. He shrieks, recoiling in pain, and you follow through with a brutal kick to his groin, sending him doubling over.

“Why you vicious little—!” he roars, raising a fist to strike you. But before his knuckles can connect, two delicate hands bloom from his back, their grip swift and deadly. They twist his head with a sickening crack, and he crumples to the ground. Surprise flickers across your face as three more pirates follow suit, collapsing silently.

Standing in the doorway, her dark eyes calm, is Robin. Chopper peeks out nervously from behind her legs, his small form clutching a medical kit. A weak smile touches your lips. He had listened. He had found help from friends.

After Chopper, his brow furrowed with concern, has cleaned and bandaged your most grievous wounds, Robin gently guides you out of the cell. Your legs are unsteady, each step sending jolts of pain through your ribs, and you lean heavily on her for support.

“Law said you would want to fight,” Robin says softly, her voice laced with concern. “But in your condition…”

Your gaze hardens. The pain is a roaring beast, but the thought of Law facing Blackbeard alone, of your crew still in danger… it eclipses everything else. You look up at Robin, “I will not let my captain or my crew die today.”

Robin’s lips curve into a small, understanding smile. “Very well then.”

The sounds of battle grow louder as you emerge into the open air. The sight that greets you is chaotic. Your crew, freed but unarmed, are surrounded by a snarling mob of Blackbeard pirates, Bepo a massive, furry bulwark against them, but clearly overwhelmed. Here and there, a glint of stolen steel flashes as Shachi, Penguin, and a few others fight with desperate ferocity.

Before you can fully assess the situation, Robin’s arms cross, and a silent wave of her power sweeps through the press of pirates surrounding your crew. They crumple to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. Your nakama look up, their eyes widening as they see you, Chopper, and Robin. A collective cheer erupts, and they surge towards you, a wave of relief and fierce affection washing over you as you collide in a chaotic group hug. “Y/N!” “We were so worried!” “Forgive us for not protecting you better!”

You push away, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m so glad you’re all right.”

Ikkaku holds you at arm’s length, her gaze sweeping over your injuries, her own eyes brimming with tears. Shachi and Penguin stand close behind, their hands hovering protectively on your shoulders. “We’re so sorry, Y/N” Ikkaku chokes out.

You place your hand over hers, a small, reassuring gesture. “Don’t be. I would endure it all again a thousand times over if it meant keeping you all alive.”

Shachi clears his throat, his voice thick with emotion. “We promise, Y/N. From this day forward… we will protect you. We won’t let anyone take you prisoner again.”

A genuine smile touches your lips. “Thank you, Shachi. Thank you all.” A chorus of determined nods answers you. “But first,” you say, your gaze hardening, “let’s focus on getting out of here.”

Robin steps forward. “The Thousand Sunny is docked on the western side of the island. Your captain wants you to retreat there.”

“Bullshit!” Penguin roars, hefting a crudely fashioned club he’d taken from a fallen pirate. “We can fight! We will fight!” The rest of the crew echo his sentiment, brandishing stolen weapons, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten in their fierce loyalty.

Robin’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Very well then.” She turns towards the main battlefield, where the familiar forms of the Straw Hats are a whirlwind of motion. Your crew, a determined wave of red and white, charges after her.

Your gaze snaps towards the center of the fray. Law, Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro stand in a tense standoff against Blackbeard, who is raising his hand, a swirling vortex of the same terrifying darkness that had overwhelmed Law on the beach during your last battle beginning to form. A cold dread grips your heart. “Bepo!” you yell, your voice hoarse. The massive bear turns his furry head towards you. “Throw me over there! Now!”

Law braced himself as Blackbeard pushed his massive form out of the crater, a manic grin stretching across his scarred face. “Shihihi! This is better than I could have imagined! You brought me Straw Hat! I can kill the both of you at once now!” He leaped, landing with a thunderous thud in the center of Luffy, Law, Sanji, and Zoro.

Luffy cracked his knuckles, his eyes blazing with anger. “In your dreams! No one hurts my friends and gets away with it!” He launched a swift punch at Blackbeard, who easily dodged, followed by a swing from Zoro’s blades and a precise cut from Law’s Kikoku, both of which the Yonko evaded with disturbing ease.

“Shihihi! Is this the combined might that took down Kaido?” Blackbeard taunted, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He raised his hand, and Law’s blood ran cold as he watched the familiar, swirling vortex of darkness begin to coalesce.

“Luffy! Don’t let that vortex touch you! It absorbs Devil Fruit powers!” Law yelled a warning, and Luffy, his eyes widening in understanding, leaped backward, putting distance between himself and the growing void. “Zoro, Sanji, you need to…” Law began to strategize, but a blur of motion caught his eye.

You.

Propelled by Bepo’s massive throw, you flew across the battlefield, your sword a black streak against the smoky air. The haki-coated blade slammed into Blackbeard’s outstretched arm, halting the growth of the dark vortex with a sickening crunch. Blackbeard roared in pain, clutching his injured limb as blood blossomed between his fingers.

You land nimbly on the other side of him, your chest heaving with ragged breaths, your haki-covered sword still aimed at the stunned Yonko. “Don’t slow down! Keep fighting!” you gasped, and Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy instantly surged back into the attack, a renewed ferocity in their movements.

But Law’s gaze was fixed on you. He saw the tremor in your stance, the almost imperceptible sway. He moved without conscious thought, Shambling to your side just as your legs threatened to buckle.

“Law…” you panted, leaning heavily against him. “You came.”

“Luffy!” Law’s voice boomed across the battlefield, his concern for you overriding the immediate fight. “Next phase! Now!”

Luffy grinned, slamming a fist against his chest, steam erupting around him. “Gear… Fiiiifth!” His form began to shift, becoming cartoonishly elastic.

“Shambles!” In a blink, Law and you were gone, reappearing on the other side of the island, the familiar wooden planks of the Thousand Sunny solid beneath your feet. Your legs gave out completely, and Law caught you, holding you tightly against him.

“Law…” your voice was weak, but the fire in your eyes still burned.

He held you close, the scent of blood and salt stinging his nose. “Y/N… gods, Y/N…” His voice was thick with emotion, a torrent of guilt and relief washing over him. “I am so sorry. For leaving you on that battlefield… for everything that happened… because I wasn’t strong enough… because I didn’t protect you like I should have.” His grip tightened, a desperate plea for forgiveness. “I’m sorry you lost your child…” The unspoken grief hung heavy between you.

Your hand, trembling slightly, reached up to cup his cheek. Your eyes filled with a fierce, unwavering love. “Law… don’t. I would gladly lose everything, every single thing, to protect you. You are my everything, Law. Without you…” Your voice caught, a raw vulnerability in your tone. “Without you, I have nothing.”

He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a deep, desperate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pain and longing, of survival and an unbreakable bond. A silent promise of enduring love amidst the chaos of war.

Finally, you broke apart, both breathing heavily. “We have to go back,” Law said, his voice hoarse but firm.

“To our crew,” you stated, a newfound resolve hardening your gaze despite the pain.

You returned to the edge of the island just as Luffy, now a bouncing, laughing figure of rubbery chaos, began to unleash a relentless assault on a bewildered Blackbeard.

“Go,” Law said, his hand resting briefly on your shoulder. “Get to our crew.”

He Shambled himself towards the cluster of Straw Hats battling the larger Blackbeard pirates. Your resolve hardening, you moved towards the sound of your crew’s voices.

You carved a path through the remaining pirates with swift, brutal efficiency, your movements precise despite your exhaustion. But the strain was evident. Your vision swam, and you stumbled, falling to your knees.

“Y/N!” Ikkaku’s voice, thick with worry, as she ran to reached you first. The crew surged forward, a wall of familiar faces surrounding her. Ikkaku gently lifted you, supporting your weight.

“We won’t let you fall again,” Shachi vowed, his eyes fierce. “It’s our turn to protect you. Always.”

One by one, the Heart Pirates echoed his sentiment, their voices a united front. They would stand with you, for you, just as you had always stood for them.

Eventually, battered but unbroken, the entire Heart Pirate crew made their way back to the relative safety of the Thousand Sunny, a contingent of equally weary but victorious Straw Hats covering their retreat. Across the ravaged island, Luffy, a giant rubber fist cocked back, slammed into Blackbeard with the force of a small meteor, sending the Yonko hurtling through the air, a distant, fading roar swallowed by the wind.

After everyone had returned to the Thousand Sunny and was patched up, a boisterous celebration lit up the ship until a quiet exhaustion claimed the crews – both Heart Pirates and Straw Hats – who sprawled across the deck, a tapestry of bandages and weary smiles. Sleep, however, eluded you and Law.

You stood at the front of the Sunny, leaning on the railing as the morning breeze gently caressed your hair. The salty air filled your lungs, a stark contrast to the stale confinement of your recent prison. A familiar presence approached, his footsteps soft on the wooden deck.

“Can’t sleep?” Law’s voice was a low murmur beside you before he leaned on the railing next to you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the familiar comfort a balm to your frayed nerves. “Not really,” you admitted.

Law hummed, looking off into the ocean. “How are you faring?”

You closed your eyes, taking in his peaceful presence. “Not well, to be honest, but I’m doing better now that you’re here.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Again. I wish I could have protected you. I never want to see you injured like that again… or locked away. I care for you deeply.” His hand gently stroked your hair, a silent apology and a tender reassurance. “I am proud of you, though. Your strength… the way you kept the rest of the crew… mostly out of harm’s way.”

You sighed softly, leaning further into his touch. “It wasn’t easy, Law. The first few days… all I wanted to do was grieve. The loss of my child… the loss of Hakugan, Clione, and Jean Bart… the Polar Tang…” A tremor ran through you. “But I knew I had to be strong. For them.”

You felt his hand tighten on your shoulder. “Blackbeard… did he…” His thought wandered, searching for the right words, but you knew what he was asking: if he had done the same thing the guards in Wano had done to you.

You shook your head. “No, and when the others tried, they didn’t get the chance,” you cut in, a small, grateful smile touching your lips. “Robin and Chopper… they arrived right on time.” A wave of relief washed over Law at your words.

A heavier silence fell between you. “And… the baby?” Law asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “How are you… dealing with that?”

You took a deep breath, the salty air stinging your eyes. “Devastated. There’s no other word for it. But… strangely… there’s also a sense of relief. No more constant worry about its safety in this life. You were right, Law. It’s too dangerous for a child right now. Maybe… maybe one day, when things are different… But not yet. Not when there’s still so much to do to make this world better.”

Law was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. “What do you want to do next, then?”

You admitted, a touch of uncertainty in your voice, “I don’t know. Without the Polar Tang… our old path feels… different. But after facing Blackbeard… and seeing Luffy fight… I know we have to keep going. We have to see him become the Pirate King, Law. Bring that new era into the world.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Law’s features. For so long, your conviction had been that he would be the one to change the world, perhaps even become King. Now, your gaze held a newfound respect as it drifted towards Luffy, who was snoring softly amidst a pile of discarded bandages. The way you looked at him was as if he was always meant to be king, the same way he had watched the people of Dressrosa and Wano look at him.

Law nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “He… he is capable of more than I ever could. And… I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. I’ve seen it myself… the kind of freedom he brings wherever he goes.”

You turned to Law, a small, playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “So, Captain… what do you say? Are you going to don a straw hat?”

Law chuckled softly, the sound a welcome lightness in the dawn air. “Maybe. But what about our crew? We can’t expect the Straw Hats to allow all twenty of us on his ship.”

“Maybe we find a new ship,” you suggested, your gaze drifting towards your sleeping nakama, “and sail as close allies with them? Or we could travel to Zou and Dressrosa… even Wano. All of them need help rebuilding. Maybe… maybe we split up for now.”

Law laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound. “Seeing how protective the crew has become over you, Y/N… I don’t think we’ll be able to convince them to leave your side anytime soon. If anything… I almost want to say you’re more their captain now than I’ll ever be.”

You threw a soft punch to his side, a playful jab. “Don’t say that! We’re all here to follow you, Law.”

He shook his head gently. “And look what following me has done. When I lead, I lead them to trouble, to disaster, but when you lead, they are protected, they are hopeful. And I have been separated from them too many times now. It doesn’t even feel like I am even a part of the crew sometimes,” he admitted, lowering his head. He had been keeping his distance ever since Wano.

“Law,” you said softly, your hand finding his, “they’re more than just a crew. They’re your family. No separation will ever break that. And we follow you not because you will protect us or keep us safe; we follow you because we believe in you and want you to achieve your dreams.”

Law’s gaze softened, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound tenderness. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Then… let’s take care of them together. As… co-captains.”

Your breath hitched, surprise coloring your features. You looked from Law’s loving gaze to your crew, still sleeping peacefully on the deck, and back again. A warmth spread through your chest, a sense of shared purpose and unwavering love.

“Deal,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Whatever comes next… we do it together.”

You leaned in, your lips finding his in a tender kiss, a silent promise of a shared future, whatever uncertain horizons lay ahead.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think and if you like this check out my other writing MaterList

[iamnot-crazy]

It's a bad idea, Right? Law's POV

GIF by apparently-artless

Story Summary: You and Law had a bad break up a year ago now you have ran into each other at Sabaody. Not only do you learn your break up was a huge misunderstanding but your feeling for each other quickly return. You know its a bad idea to reconnect with your old captain but there's just something about him.

A/N: After writing the first part of this I could not get the idea of Law's POV out of my head so here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Law x StrawHat!Reader

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.

The next morning, Law woke up alone on the couch. You and your clothing were missing, while his was scattered on the floor. Law sighed, pulling his clothing back on.

[iamnot-crazy]

It's a bad idea, Right?

Story Summary: You and Law had a bad break up a year ago now you have ran into each other at Sabaody. Not only do you learn your break up was a huge misunderstanding but your feeling for each other quickly return. You know its a bad idea to reconnect with your old captain but there's just something about him.

A/N: Just a short shower thought story that came to my brain while listening to It's a bad idea, right? in the shower.

Law x StrawHat!Reader

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.

The next morning, you woke up on the couch of the lounge with clothing scattered everywhere. You quickly gathered your own before running out and into the kitchen. Your heart was pounding as you leaned against the door. “Fuck,” You mumbled, “That was a bad idea.”

[iamnot-crazy]

A Pirates Choice Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Story Summary: Shortly after leaving Wano the heart pirates run into an easy group of pirates but Law notices you falling behind. You now have to face your captain with the truth of what happened in Wano.

Chapter Summary: After the fight with Black Beard Law struggles with his guilt and grief while the reader and the crew navigates being held in another prison.

A/N: We are back in the world of A Pirates Choice I found I had this written alright but just needed some edits so here it is. I haven't quite thought out how I want the next chapter to go so feel free to send me ideas.

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

TW: This story contains mentions of sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, and loss.

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."

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Stowaway Full Post

Summary: The reader is a slave to a nobleman due to her devil's fruit ability which allows her to control the emotions of the people around her. She flees to bump into Trafalgar Law and boards his ship.

fem!Reader x Law,

Word Count: 5,559

A/N: After a vote here is a rewritten version of stowaway in a larger post. I only did chapter 1 - 4 and will do a full rewrite for the next parts in the future but these 4 chapters have a sweet ending so I wanted it in a single full post. To fit this format I did edit and rewrote a lot of the story for a better flow. Please let me know what you think and if you having fun suggestions for me to write next

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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 hotter.

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.

Anyways it was fun to come back to this story and I will probably be coming back with a part 2 full post with a similar but different sad ending because I like to make myself cry.

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Summary: One day, Trafalgar Law wakes up to a nightmare: you are in control of his body. He can hear you, he can feel you… and he can't do a damn thing about it. Now, the two of you are on a quest to unravel the mystery of your unexpected cohabitation, a quest that's going to be a lot more chaotic than Law would prefer.

tags: Pre-Grandline; Body Swap; Humor; Confused Heart Pirates; focus on Ikkaku; I guest Law x reader;

Word Count: 8,773

A/N: I wanted an excuse to write Law as a silly smiling character and doing things he never would so here is this short story. I am also testing how my post do as being posted as one big post rather than multiple post. To fit this format I did edit the story a bit for a better flow. Please let me know what you think and if you having fun suggestions for me to write next

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You wake up feeling stiff, as Bright lights assault your eyes you reach your arm up shielding them while trying to take in your surroundings. Nothing looks familiar, and you can’t recall how you got here. You place a hand down, feeling a cold metal table underneath. Looking around, you notice bookshelves crammed with medical texts and a table covered in tools, making it clear you’re in some kind of medical bay. But how did you end up here?

A pressure builds in your head as you swing your legs over the table. When your feet touch the floor something immediately feels wrong. You stumble, nearly falling, and grab your head as the pressure intensifies. You took a step back only to bump into a side table knocking it over.

“Watch it!”

You whip your head around, searching for the source of the voice. “Who’s there?”

“Up here,” the voice replies. You spin around, your back slamming into the bookshelf and sending some books tumbling. “Can you stop running into stuff!” the voice grumbles.

“Who are you? What are you doing inside my head?”

“Your head? I have a better question: What are you doing inside my body!” the voice shouts.

You freeze, your heart rate quickening. Slowly, you look down at your hands and body. Two large hands, covered in elaborate tattoos, stare back at you. You’re tall, looking down at an extremely unfamiliar body. You feel a strange disconnect, like your mind is piloting a machine it doesn't understand.

Quickly, you push off the shelf and head to a mirror across the room. The face staring back is worn and tired, “Holy shit!” you exclaim, yanking at your cheek. “Your bags are ginormous! And your hair is so… greasy.”

“Thanks,” the grumpy voice retorts. “Now, who are you, and why are you in control of my body?”

“I don’t remember,” you say, inspecting the body closer, lifting your arms to catch a whiff of salty seawater and raw fish. “Gods, you smell awful.”

“Hey! Focus!” the voice shouts. You roll your eyes and turn away from the mirror to investigate the room further. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”

You shrug, “I just don’t? Where are we?”

The voice sighs. “It looks like we’re in the medical bay on my ship.”

“Your ship? Are you like a pirate? And why are we in a medical bay?” you ask, flipping through a notebook on the table filled with scratchy handwriting.

“Stop going through that!” the voice orders. “And yes, this is my ship. I am the captain of the Heart Pirates. And I don’t know why we’re in the med bay.”

You slam the notebook shut, rolling your eyes. “Well, Mr. All-Knowing Captain, what do we do now?”

“If you give me control of my body, I’ll gladly try to figure that out.”

“One, I don’t even know how to give you back control, and two, if I do, who says I won’t just become trapped in the back of your head?”

“Like what you’re doing to me right now,” the voice grumbles. “It’s my body, which means I need to have control over it. Just let go of your hold, and I’ll do the rest.”

“No!” you shout, feeling the pressure in your head grow stronger as the captain tries to push against you. You grab your head and run towards the door.

“What are you doing! Just let go!” the voice shouts angrily.

“No, I can’t!” You barrel out the door and down the hall until you bump into something and was quickly thrown to the floor.

“Captain?” the figure above you asks. You look up to see a man in a white boiler suit with a killer whale hat perched on his head.

“Are you alright?” a second figure asks. You look over to see another man in a similar outfit with a penguin hat.

You push yourself up in uncoordinated movement, “Yes… Uh. I’m just fine,” you mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

The men frown. “We were just about to check on you. What happened in that cave?” the one in the whale hat asks.

“What cave?” you ask.

“We found you passed out in the cave you were supposed to investigate. Are you sure you should be up, Captain? I think we should do a concussion test.” The one with a penguin hat reaches to grab you and wave a finger in front of your face.

You quickly yank away from him. ��No, no, it’s fine! Look, see?” You jump on your toes in a silly dance, nearly losing your balance again. “I’m great and in peak health.”

“Oh my gods,” the voice moans.

“Anyways! I’ve got to go! Gotta do my captainy thing and check on what’s been going on since I’ve been out,” you say with a forced smile before taking off down the hall. “Have a great day!”

You can feel the voice irritation and annoyance “Please kill me now.” he grumbles.

You finally reach the door leading to the ship’s bridge after taking many wrong turns. You jump off and onto the dock, then take off running up the village street.

“What are you doing now! Just go back and give me back control, and we can return to our normal lives,” the voice pleads.

“No, I don’t trust them,” you state, "They're pirates."

“Well, I trust them, and if you just give me control, I can figure this out faster.”

“And your a pirate captain what makes me want to trust you anymore than them!”

The voice groans. “It’s Trafalgar Law.”

“What?”

“Trafalgar Law. That’s my name.”

As you pounder the scent of cooked food fills your nose. Your stomach immediately growls, and hunger floods your system. You moan in delight before changing your direction into the tavern the delicious smell is coming from.

“What can I get you?” the man at the bar greets.

“Whatever that delicious smell is, please,” you smile, looking behind him for the source. The man raises an eyebrow but turns to retrieve the food.

“What’s your name?” the voice asks once the man is gone.

“Uh… I… I don’t know,” you admit, a wave of confusion washing over you.

“So you have absolutely zero memory?”

“I guess.”

“So then, Nameless, what are you hoping to accomplish?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap.

The bartender stands before you, holding a plate with a burger. He looks at you strangely as you seem to be talking to yourself. You smile sheepishly and take the plate, bringing the burger to your face.

“Don’t!” the voice shouts, and you quickly pull the burger back.

“What?” you hiss.

“Don’t eat that! It has bread on it.”

“So?”

“So! I have a severe gluten allergy! Do you want to kill us?!” he hisses.

You groan and hold up the plate, waving over the bartender. “Hi, I’m sorry, I have an allergy to bread, apparently. Can I get something else?” The man kindly takes the plate and returns to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Law sighs in relief.

“Yeah, whatever,” you groan as your stomach growls loudly. You grab your stomach in pain and rest your head on the table. “I’m just so hungry. It feels like it’s been years since I last ate.”

“Well, it’s been at most a day for me, so you’ll live,” Law replies in a annoyed tone, “So, if you don’t want me to call you Nameless, what should I call you? Bodysnatcher?”

“I don’t know. I feel like my name started with a ‘I’ or a ‘Ish.”

“Ish? Okay, Ish, what are you trying to accomplish?”

“Accomplish? I don’t know… to get my own body or my memories back?”

“Well, the only way we can do that is by working together, and if you just give me back control, I can…”

“No!” you shout, slamming your hand on the table. Everyone looks over, confused. You lower your head, waving sheepishly. “No,” you whisper. “I can figure this out myself.” The bartender brings over some rice, which you gratefully accept, shoveling it into your mouth. The simple, bland taste is heavenly; you devour it in a few bites.

“Unlike you, I have a memory and a crew who can help us figure this out much sooner,” Law reasons.

“Exactly. You have a crew, a memory, and a body. I have nothing,” you say, fighting back a tear. “You have no reason to help me.”

Law sighs. “I promise I’ll help you. I don’t want this anymore than you do.”

“Good. And you can keep that promise from inside my head.” You stand up, pushing the empty bowl away.

You start to walk out when the bartender shouts, “Hey! You gonna pay for that?”

You freeze and dig through your pockets, finding only lint. “Shit,” you mumble.

“Run!” Law orders, and you push your way out the door. You look left and see Law’s crew, all wearing matching white boiler suits, walking up the street.

“Hey! Captain, wait up!” the giant walking polar bear shouts when they spot you. Your eyes widen, and you take off in the other direction. “Wait, Captain!” The crew starts running after you.

“Why the hell is that polar bear walking?!” you shout as you sprint away.

“His name is Bepo. He’s my first mate,” Law explains.

“That doesn’t explain how he’s walking,” you complain as your strides lengthen, and you glide through the streets at an unbelievable speed. “Damn, your legs are so long,” you comment.

“Hey! Stop!” a new voice shouts from behind. You whip your head around and see a Marine now chasing you as well.

“Shit,” Law groans. “Give me control now!”

“No!” you shout, ducking between crowds of people. Suddenly, a sword swipes towards your head. You drop to the floor at the last second barely missing the blade. You look up to see an angry Marine standing over you, sword raised to attack again.

“Ish, give me control and I’ll take care of them!” Law shouts, his voice edged with panic.

The Marine’s sword swings downward towards your head, but you roll out of the way, pushing yourself up only to be faced with another Marine, this one with a musket pointed at you. You raise your hands in fear. “Fine!” you shout and close your eyes.

When Law’s eyes reopened, they shifted to yellow and a smirk took over his face. With a quick wave of a hand a a mumble of the word, “Room”, a blue sphere encapsulated the area. With another wave, all the items on the ground floated upwards, then dashed around inside the sphere.

Both Civilians and Marines screamed as they dodged the flying debris. Law dropped to the ground and swept his leg under the Marine in front of him, sending him sprawling. He grabbed the musket out of his hand and threw it behind him, hitting the Marine with the sword. That Marine, in turn, dropped his sword as the musket connected with his face, and he fell. Smoothly, Law caught the sword mid-air and stood upright. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, acclimating to his body again. He took a deep breath, another smirk growing on his face, and then he twirled the sword in a wild, rapid series of movements.

When he stopped, he stood proudly. All the Marines began screaming as their body parts became detached, flying through the air. They entered a swirling cyclone of mismatched limbs. Law twisted his fingers again and the blue sphere vanished, causing the flying debris crashed to the ground. The Marines, now a comical jumble of parts, took off running as best they could as a pile of mixed limps

“Captain!” a voice cried before Law was engulfed in a hug and was lifted off the ground.

Law groaned, “Bepo, put me down.”

The polar bear complied. “Sorry, Captain. Penguin and Shachi said you were acting weird, and then you started running away from us,” he whined.

Law rubbed the back of his neck. “I just momentarily forgot where I was. I’m fine now. Sorry to worry you,” he said, turning back toward the ship waving his hand. “I’ll be in my office. I have some things to work out.”

Law returned to his office, closing the door behind him. He walked to the mirror and leaned in, looking into his own yellow eyes. “Ish?” he called.

“What,” your voice echoed back, tinged with sadness. “You got what you wanted. You’re back in control.”

“Look, I made a promise to help you, and I plan on keeping it, but only if we do this my way.”

“Which means I’ll be trapped inside here while you run around doing whatever you want,” you pout.

“We’ll figure this out together. I promise I won’t do anything unless we both agree, until we get you into your own body with your memories back.”

“Is that why you didn’t tell your crew?”

Law nodded. “You don’t trust them yet, and I get that, but I promise we can trust them.”

“I don’t like being trapped here. It’s cold and feels empty,” you whine.

Law sighs. “Fine. I’ll give you control whenever we’re in this office, but outside of it, I’ll stay in control.”

“And when we’re eating!” you ask excitedly.

Law groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “Fine.”

“Then we have a deal.” Law closed his eyes, then snapped them open again, revealing your blue eyes. You smiled brightly.

Law’s hand glides over the stone walls of the cave, gently analyzing the grooves and texture.

“This is where Shachi said they found me, thirty minutes after I went in,” he thinks aloud. “It took at least ten minutes to walk from the entrance to this point, so that leaves twenty minutes unaccounted for.”

“Now that we’re far from the crew, can I take control again?” you groan in his head.

He rolls his eyes. “I already told you, no. Our deal is you have control in the office and while eating, and I have control the rest of the time.”

“But it’s so…”

“Cold and empty, I know!” he cuts you off, his voice tight with impatience. “Look, I need to be in control right now. Because if something happens, I need to use my powers to get us out safely. “

You huff in reply as he continues down the dimly lit cave. “Looks like I was fighting something?” he ponders, running his fingers over a deep, Sword-like slashes dug into the wall.

“Are you sure I just looks like very intense game of tic-tac-toe to me,” you snicker in his head.

He rolls his eyes, pulling out his sword and comparing the marks with the movements he would have made. “I was throwing my sword rather chaotically, and I don’t think I made contact, seeing how the walls seem to have taken the brunt of my swings.”

“Or maybe you were just showing off. You know, ‘Look how strong I am!’ Slash! ‘Look how cool I am!’ Slash! Slash!’” You giggle at your own joke as he continues to ignore you. You pout, a flicker of annoyance in your thoughts. “Fine… you were fighting something invisible. Does that bring back any memories?”

He shakes his head. “unfortunately not”

You sigh. “Do you at least remember why you were in this cave?”

“Shachi said it was because I was getting weird feelings from the cave.” He explained moving deeper in the cave.

“I know. I was there for that conversation, remember?” you say in a duh tone.

He sighs in annoyance. “Okay, well, what about you? Clearly, this all started in this cave. Do you remember anything? Recognize anything?”

You ponder for a moment. “Nope!” you pop, earning a groan from him.

“Well, this cave has to have some answers. We just have to keep looking.”

“Or… we go back to the ship and see what Shachi’s cooking for dinner!” you offer, a bubble of humor in your voice.

“What is it with you and food?” he questions as he walks deeper into the cave. “Shachi’s food isn’t even that good. It’s barely edible and all he makes are rice balls.”

“I just feel like I haven’t eaten in years.”

“Well, you literally ate an hour ago, much to my embarrassment,” he shivers as he thinks back to the moment when you were in control, shoving food down his throat before asking everyone on the crew if you could have the rest of their meal. His stomach still groans from being so full.

“Whatever.”

Law elected to ignore you as he tried to adjust his eyes to see deeper into the dark cave. Suddenly, a small bat flies at him. He throws his arm up, swatting at the bat as it dances around his head. “Get the fuck away.”

“Hey, leave it alone.” He continues to swat at the bat, ignoring you. “Hey, I mean it! Stop that!”

“I’ll stop when it leaves me alone!” He then makes contact with the bat, and it flies off squeaking.

Your stomach drops, and you are overwhelmed with a sense of fear, “Law… run,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“Run! Now!” you yell, your voice laced with terror.

He turns to run as a roar echoes down the cave, and the sound of large, beating wings propels him forward. “What the hell is that?!” he shouts as his stride lengthens.

“It’s Mother,” you state, your voice filled with dread.

He turns his head to see a giant bat that fills the entire cave and is three times the size of him. The bat’s back legs are extended, ready to claw him, and it’s gaining ground quickly, nearly on his heels.

“Slide to the left!” you ordered.

He obeys, dropping to the ground and sliding into a small opening to the left. The bat’s claws scratch at the edge of the opening as he shifts deeper into cover. After another foot, the top of the cave opens up, allowing him to stand and catch his breath.

“What the hell was that?!” he pants, his heart pounding in his chest. “And how did you know about her and this hiding spot?”

“I don’t know. I just felt a wave of déjà vu. Like I’ve witnessed that scenario many times,” you ponder, your brow furrowed.

“Interesting.” He puts his hand to his chin in thought as he looks to see that the cave splits into two direction. “Well, do you have any déjà vu on how to get out of here?”

“Maybe, if I had control, I think I could figure it out.”

He groans. “Fine, but as soon as we’re out, I’m taking back control.” He closes his eyes tightly, and when they open, they’d shifted to your blue eyes.

A smile quickly overtakes the grumpy face. You stretch, getting familiar with controlling the body again. “Alright, this feels better already!” you laugh, popping your knuckles.

“Will you stop that! I’d rather not get arthritis,” he groans in your head.

“That’s just a myth, you baby,” you roll your eyes before starting to walk down the tunnel. You quickly pause, a weird feeling washing over you, as if something was telling you not to go down there. You spin around, heading the other way.

“You better be able to get us out of here in a decent time,” he says, his voice laced with impatience.

“Can you just say something nice, or say ‘please’?” you sigh.

He groans. “Fine… can you please get us out of here on time?”

You smirk. “Thank you. Yes, Law, I’ll do my best to get us out of here on time.” You then disappear into the cave. “Besides, the sooner we get out, the sooner we can eat!”

He groans as you laugh, skipping down the cave.

You found your way out of the cave with ease and no further trouble. Now you’re sitting in the back of Law’s mind as he leads a meeting with his crew.

“This is so boring…“ you moan.

“Be quiet,” he hisses under his breath, covering his mouth with his hand as he leans back in his chair while his crew discusses.

“But I’m bored.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Captain?” a voice asks, gaining Law’s attention. He shakes his head and sits up.

“Yes, Ikkaku? Sorry, what was the problem?” he asks.

“Ku,” you mindlessly correct.

“What?” He shifts his head away from the crew, hissing at you.

“I’m sorry, Captain?” The woman in front of him asks, looking confused.

He shakes his head. “Sorry. Continue.”

Ikkaku nods, turning back to the board with a map of the North Blue. “I was saying, in order for us to get to the Grand Line, I’ll need to upgrade the engine to make it through the Calm Belt. The island we’re on doesn’t have the parts I need, but this island and this island should,” she points to two islands. “Both are within range, but deciding which one we go to will determine where we start on the Grand Line.”

“We’re going to find my body before you go to the Grand Line, right?” you ask, worry now lacing your voice.

Law sits back in thought. “Bepo, what do you think?” he asks.

The polar bear sitting next to him sits up. “If we go to Island One, we’ll start further back on the Grand Line. But if we go to Island Two, we’d start in more dangerous parts with no experience.”

“Yeah, but we can handle it!” Shachi slams his hand on the table excitedly. Penguin agrees, nodding enthusiastically.

Law holds up a hand to silence them. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Starting further back on the Grand Line isn’t ideal, but it would give us more experience,” he reasons.

“I also have a reliable source that says the parts we need WILL be on Island One,” Ikkaku states.

He pushes himself out of his chair. “Then it’s settled. We’ll head out to Island One, where Ikkaku can get the parts, and then we’ll head straight to the Grand Line.”

Everyone in the room nods, standing and filing out.

“Law?” you question. “We are going to figure this problem out first, right?”

He turns, facing the porthole. “Yes, Ish, we’ll figure this out first,” he says quietly.

“Captain?”

He turns to find Ikkaku standing beside him, looking puzzled.

“Yes, Ikkaku?”

“Ku.”

He frowns at the sound of your voice in his head, and Ikkaku raises an eyebrow.

“Are you alright, Captain? You’ve been acting weird.”

He relaxes his face and nods. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Ikkaku smiles and give a nod, “Good because when we enter the grand line we can’t come back.”

“Can’t come back! Law we need more time to figure this out.” You whine in a panic.

Law frowns in thought before letting out a long sigh “You know what Ikkaku you’re right something weird is going on and we might have to push back leaving this island.”

Ikkaku looks puzzled, “Is there anything I can help with?”

Law grabs the hat off his head before combing his fingers through his hair, “Maybe. Have you ever been called ‘Ku’?”

Ikkaku’s breath hitches. A flicker of pain crosses her face before she schools her features into a neutral expression. She lets out a small, shaky breath. “Captain,” she says, her voice barely a whisper, “I forgave you a long time ago…but some things still hurt.”

He looks down at the woman, confused, his eyes darting around, searching for answers, but he can’t find a response. “What do you mean?” he ask.

Ikkaku scoffs turning around but Law quickly grabbed her arm “Who used to call you Ku?” he spoke strongly, his eyes filled with a desperate plea and determination

Ikkaku yanks her arm out of his grip, “I don’t know what you’re playing at, Captain, but I don’t like it. You know it was my sister, and what you did to her.”

Law’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening in shock. “Your… sister… Ish?” He spoke to you looking for answers from you.

“Sister?” you repeated, confused and in shock.

Law grips his hair, “Ikkaku, I’m very sorry for anything I’ve done,” he said, his voice thick with guilt, “but I don’t remember and I need your help. Two days ago, after I went into that cave, I woke up, and there was this voice in my head, and I wasn’t in control of my own body. Ever since then, I’ve been sharing my body with another, and I think they’re your sister. They don’t have any memories of their past, but I’ve been calling them Ish.”

Ikkaku looked alarmed at Law’s confession, her emotions shifting as she tried to understand what he was saying. “Can you prove it?”

Law nodded. “Ish, can you come out?” he asked.

“NO! I’m scared,” you admitted, the words barely a whisper. “What if I’m not her sister? What if she hates me? What if I scare her?”

“Ish, you won’t know until you come out,” Law reasoned, his voice gentle.

“Can you ask nicely?”

Law groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “Ish, can you please come out?”

“Okay. But you’ll still be here?”

Law rolled his eyes. “Where else would I be?”

He closed his eyes tightly, and when they opened, they revealed your blue eyes. Ikkaku gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Recognition instantly flooded her as she look into your eyes

You took a deep breath, your hands fidgeting nervously. Your posture slumped slightly, mirroring a weariness that seemed to settle over the body. You lifted a hand and gave a soft wave. “Hi.”

Ikkaku jumped up and grabbed your face, yanking it towards her. “Isra?” She scanned your eyes as you looked back at her, wide-eyed.

“Isra? Yes, Yes that’s my name!” you shout in excitement feeling as if a fog has been slightly lifted.

Ikkaku’s eyes began to tear up as she pulled your head into her shoulder, wrapping her arms around you tightly. “What happened to you?” She asked.

You pushed away gently, a flicker of confusion in your eyes. “I don’t know, but I have a lot of questions.”

Ikkaku sighed, wiping at her eyes, "So do I." She pulled out the chair law was sitting on during the meeting before sinking into it.

"What happened to me?" you asked as you leaned against the table, the wood cold against your skin.

"You… Captain… you really don't remember?" Ikkaku questioned in shock. You shook your head biting your lip.

Ikkaku sighed again, a long, drawn-out sound filled with grief. "Ten years ago… Captain was just a kid. He was always with Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo. You were… you were ran Papa's fabric stand." Her voice caught in her throat. "One day Shachi… he stole something. Papa told you if you let him steal any more from the stand he would have to stop getting your favorite snack so you chased after him.” She smiled slightly at the thought. “When captain saw he went to defend shachi,” Ikkaku's breath hitched. "Law… he didn't.. He didn’t fully understand his powers yet. So when he went to defend Shachi… Something went wrong and you collapse.. He didn’t mean to but…" Tears streamed down her face.

You reached out, your hand finding hers, offering comfort even as you felt a growing unease within yourself.

"They… they took you to the hospital after they realized what they did," Ikkaku managed, her voice choked with sobs.

"You've been in that hospital in a coma ever since," Ikkaku finished, her voice choked with emotion.

Your gaze remained distant, your mind struggling to grasp her story, “Law?” you whispered, a chill creeping up your spine as he remained silent. “You did this?” The accusation hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fear. You sank to the ground, “Law!” you cried, anger and desperation fueling your voice.

“In the cave,” he whispered, his voice strained, as his memories clawed their way to the surface.

“In the cave, what?!” you demanded. “I need answers!” You grabbed your head trying to pull him to answers, “Did you do this to me!” Law remained cold as his thought swarmed him trying to remember. “Law please, answer me!” You plead.

Ikkaku placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Can I talk to him?” she asked gently.

You looked up, met her reassuring gaze, and nodded. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself. When you opened them, they were Law's, his eyes filled with a haunted pain.

“Ikkaku, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with remorse, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I didn’t… How did I forget that. I… Ikkaku, I’m sorry.”

Ikkaku, her expression softening, placed her hand over his shoulder. “Captain, I know, but I need you to focus. I almost have my sister back please. What happened in the cave?”

Law grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his temples as he squinted, struggling to grasp the elusive memories. The images became clearer, “The cave… there was a voice. It was Ish. She was screaming at me.” His breath hitched. “And then I saw… a glowing orb. No… a soul. It was Ish’s soul. She was screaming at me, saying it was my fault, that I did that to her.” His voice trembled. “The soul came towards me, and I tried to fight it off but it… if flew into me.” He looked at his chest placing. hand over it. “That was your soul… That day... Ten years ago... I kicked your soul out of your body.” His voice was barely a whisper, filled with horror. “That’s why you went into a coma. Your soul flew off. It ended in that cave.” A shudder ran through him. “Room!”

A blue sphere expanded around Law, the familiar hum of his power filling the air. He concentrated on the feeling in his chest, the echo of Isra's soul, the connection that still lingered. A blue, glowing sphere, pulsing with energy, began to materialize, slowly pulling out of Law’s chest and into his outstretched hand. It was you, or at least, the essence of you.

“What is happening?!” you shrieked, panic seizing you as you felt yourself wrenched from the familiar warmth of Law’s mind, “Law, stop! I don’t like this!” A wave of icy dread washed over you as you felt the cold air, the familiar, terrifying nothingness closing in. “Stop Please!” You beg you voice cracking with desperation.

Law, his face set with determination, ignored your cries and continued to pull at the glowing orb, his movements precise and deliberate, until it popped free from his chest and rested in his outstretched hand, pulsing with a faint blue light.

The world around you dissolved into a hazy, echoing blur. Sounds became distant and muffled, as if you were underwater. You could sense the space around you, the faint warmth of Ikkaku’s presence, but your vision was gone, replaced by an unsettling, formless awareness. You faintly heard Ikkaku’s voice, a distant echo calling your name. “Ku?”

Ikkaku looked up at Law, her brow furrowed with confusion.

“Ish?” Law asked, his voice laced with concern, his gaze fixed on the orb in his hand. “Are you okay?”

“No! I’m not ok!” you screamed, your voice a disembodied wail, the cold and emptiness intensifying, pressing in on you from all sides. You felt yourself drawn upwards, pulling you towards Law’s face. “What did you do to me?!” you cried, your voice filled with terror.

“What is she saying?” Ikkaku asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. Instead of hearing your voice all she could hear was the sound of wispy chimes.

“She’s not happy,” Law explained, his voice strained, as he leaned back slightly from the orb, as if trying to distance himself from your distress. “Ish, I needed to prove my theory right.”

“Theory?!” you shrieked, your voice laced with accusation and fear. “You didn’t know what would happen when you did this! You ripped me out! What if I died!”

“You didn’t die beside this is a good thing!” Law said, his voice calm but firm, trying to reason with you as you hovered closer to his face. “It means we know where your body is, and we know how to return you to it.”

“I feel as good as dead!” you wailed, your voice filled with despair. “I’m just an orb again! Why are you constantly attacking me and my life?!” You drifted downwards, a sense of hopelessness washing over you, and floated towards the door. “You know what? I don’t need you anymore. I can figure this out myself.”

“Shit, Ish, don’t!” Law shouted, reaching after you, his hand outstretched, but he ended up crashing into the door as you passed through it, leaving him stumbling.

“Where is she going?” Ikkaku asked, running over to Law and helping him up, her eyes wide with worry.

“I don’t know,” Law groaned, rubbing his shoulder, before swinging the door open. They looked down the hall to see the blue orb floating away, disappearing around a corner.

They jumped out of the room and chased after the orb, but it was moving fast. Law led the way, rushing into the wall the orb had just disappeared into. He quickly pushed off the wall, ducking around the corner to the room the wall led to. “Ish!” Law shouted into the room, only to see the blue orb disappear into the next wall, a mocking flash of blue. Law groaned, frustration building, before taking off down the hall again.

Shachi and Penguin stood in the hall, watching in confusion as a mysterious blue orb floated past them, quickly followed by their frantic captain shouting at it to stop, and Ikkaku hot on his heels. They shrugged and turned the other way, minding their own business. “Shachi!” their captain shouted, stopping them in their tracks. “I need some rice balls, now!” The captain ordered before disappearing around a corner.

“Rice balls?!” Ikkaku questioned his wild request, her voice laced with disbelief.

“Trust me!” Law shouted as they barreled down the hall. “Ish, come back!”

"Why should I?" You shouted, your voice echoing in his head, laced with hurt and anger. "You did this to me! This is all your fault!"

"I know, I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation, "but let me make this right."

"I don't want your help anymore!"

"Ish, please! Don't do this to Ikkaku again," he begged, his voice cracking slightly, the image of Ikkaku's tear-streaked face flashing in his mind as she screamed at him in front of the hospital.

"It's ISRA! And I didn't do this to Ikkaku. YOU did!" You paused, hovering near Law's face, the coldness of your form brushing against his skin. Law, seizing the opportunity, threw his hand up, gripping the orb tightly. You felt the slight pressure, the familiar sensation of being contained returning, a wave of claustrophobia washing over you.

"Ha! Got you!" Law celebrated, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

“If I had eyes right now, I would roll them,” you thought, before you faded out of his hand, the pressure easing, the cold emptiness returning, a familiar and unwelcome sensation.

"Shit, Isra, stop, I'm sorry," Law said, approaching cautiously, his voice laced with a renewed sense of desperation. "I promise we'll head straight to your body, and then you never have to see me again," he reasoned as you floated in front of him.

"Captain!" Shachi turned the corner, a plate piled high with rice balls in his hands. "I got those rice balls you asked for." You looked over before immediately flying over to them, a desperate craving taking hold. "What the hell is this?" Shachi questioned as you tried to interact with the rice balls, but only found yourself floating through the plate, the delicious food taunting you from just out of reach.

You let out a frustrated cry, a desperate longing for the taste and texture of the rice balls as hungry fills your system. You lunged at them again and again, but your formless self slipped right through, leaving you with nothing but the phantom taste on your tongue. "I can't even taste them!" you wailed.

"Isra," Law said, approaching cautiously. "If you come back, you can eat those rice balls. And we'll return you to your own body, and you can eat as many rice balls as you like." He held out a hand, palm up, a silent invitation.

You hesitated, the scent of the rice balls taunting you, the memory of their taste a distant but powerful draw. The sadness of your current state washed over you, the frustration of being so close yet so far from your goal. "I told you to stop," you whispered, the words filled with a quiet despair. "I told you I didn't like it, and you did it anyway."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Law replied, his voice contrite. "I promise I won't do it again, and we'll bring you straight to your body."

"How can I trust that when you couldn't even keep your second promise?" you challenged, your voice laced with hurt.

"My sceond promise?" Law asked, his brow furrowed.

"You promised you wouldn't do anything unless we both agreed!" you shouted, the frustration bubbling over. "I should have never trusted a pirate."

Law flinched, "You're right," he admitted, his voice low. "I was selfish and impatient. I'm sorry. If you come back, I won't do it again, and you can have as many rice balls as you like until we get you back to your body."

"Can you at least say please?" you asked, a hint of playfulness creeping into your voice.

Law rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Please, Isra, will you come back?"

"Deal!" you shouted, the word echoing in his mind, the promise of food and the hope of returning to your body outweighing your lingering doubts. You flew into Law's chest, the familiar warmth and solidity of his body a welcome sensation, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness you'd just experienced.

Law took a deep breath, the shift in his posture subtle but noticeable, and his eyes reopened, revealing your eye color. He quickly lunged at the plate Shachi was holding, shoving two rice balls into his face, the taste and texture a burst of sensory overload.

Shachi stepped back, shocked, leaning over to Ikkaku, who was leaning against the wall, catching her breath, a mixture of amusement and bewilderment on her face. “What the hell is going on?” Shachi whispered, his voice laced with confusion, and Ikkaku just laughed at the sheer absurdity of everything, the relief of having her sister back outweighing the strangeness of the situation.

“That’s Isra,” she bubbled, her voice filled with warmth.

“Isra? Your sister? How?” Shachi looked between the captain and his differently colored eyes and contrasting posture to the captain he knew, trying to reconcile the familiar face with the unfamiliar behavior.

Luckily, your home island was on the way to the island the Heart Pirates were heading, and Law and Ikkaku were able to get you there by the next day.

Ikkaku stood next to Law as they approached the hospital, a place they had visited countless times. They moved through the hallway, the route ingrained in their muscle memory. The two paused in front of the door to your room.

“Isra, are you ready?” Law asked, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

“I think so,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper, the sound trembling slightly in the quiet hallway. “Can I take control first? I want to see it first.”

Law nodded, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them, revealing your blue eyes to Ikkaku. A nervous tremor ran through your hands as you gripped the door knob, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. “You okay?” Ikkaku asked, her voice soft with concern, her eyes searching yours. her hand reached for your gripping it tightly in reassurance.

You nodded slowly, your gaze fixed on the closed door, "I'm...scared," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "What if it doesn't feel...right? What if it feels...wrong?"

“What do you mean? It your body,” Ikkaku said, her brow furrowing slightly.

“I mean…” You hesitated, your fingers tightening around Ikkaku’s hand. “I’ve gotten so used to Law’s body… what if it feels different? What if it hurts?” The thought of inhabiting a body so long dormant sent a shiver down your spine. “What if it feels… lonely?”

“Lonely?” Ikkaku questioned, her voice gentle.

“Well, Law and I shared the same headspace and thoughts for the past four days,” you explained, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if… I don’t know. I miss him.” The admission hung in the air, a fragile and unexpected confession.

“Miss me? Isra, it’s not like I’m going away,” Law said, a hint of amusement laced his tone.

“I know, but…” You sighed, your gaze dropping to the floor. “I know it’s stupid, but… I still don’t have my memories, and sharing your head has been all I’ve known.” You fidgeted with the doorknob, your knuckles white, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Ikkaku’s hand.

“Are you talking with the captain?” Ikkaku asked, and you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the constant presence in your mind.

“Ish, when you enter your body, your memories should come back,” Law reassured, his voice gentle and patient. “And if not, then you get to make new memories on your own, without me.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” you whispered, a flicker of fear in your eyes.

“Want to what?” Law asked, his brow furrowed.

“Make memories without you.” The words were out before you could stop them, a raw and honest expression of your vulnerability.

Law sighed, a soft sound that conveyed both understanding and a touch of sadness. “Isra, when you get into your own body, you can make your own decisions and make memories with whoever you like, including me.” he explained, his voice gentle and reassuring.

“You promise?” you asked, your eyes searching his, seeking reassurance.

“Yes, I promise,” Law said, his voice firm and unwavering.

You nodded and turned the doorknob. The room was smaller than you expected, filled with the hushed hum of machines and the faint, lingering scent of antiseptic. You hesitated, your breath catching in your throat.

On the bed, a body lay still. Your body.

But it didn’t feel like yours. It was… a shell. A long-forgotten vessel. Your hair, a tangled mess, spilled over the pillow, far longer than you would have thought. Your skin, pale and almost translucent, seemed stretched too tightly over your bones. You looked… fragile. Broken. A wave of dizziness washed over you. Was this really you?

Ikkaku moved beside you, her presence a comforting anchor in the swirling confusion. She walked around the bed, her movements familiar, practiced. She sat down and lifted the hand of the body into her own hands.

You stepped closer, drawn by an invisible pull. You hovered above the bed, your gaze taking in every detail of the face that was both yours and yet not yours. You reached out, your fingers brushing against your cheek. The skin felt… strange. Soft. Vulnerable. A flicker of recognition stirred within you, a whisper of something familiar in the midst of the overwhelming foreignness.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart. “Okay, Law. I’m ready.” You closed your eyes to allow Law to take back control.

Law's presence was immediately apparent, a sense of focused power that hadn't been there before. He raised his hand, the familiar blue light of his Room shimmering into existence.

He placed his hand over his chest, his fingers finding the spot where your soul had resided. He concentrated, drawing upon the remaining connection, the faint echo of your presence. A warmth spread through his chest, a tingling sensation that grew stronger as the orb began to materialize, pulled from his very being.

The orb, pulsating with a vibrant blue light, emerged slowly, its radiance intensifying until it became blinding surge of energy, Law and Ikkaku, raised their hands to shield themselves from the overwhelming light.

When the light finally subsided, leaving lingering spots in their vision, the orb was gone, vanished without a trace, leaving only the memory of its brilliant glow.

“Where’d she go?” Ikkaku questioned, her voice laced with rising panic as she frantically scanned the room. Your body remained unnervingly still on the bed, the only sound the rhythmic hiss of the machines.

“Give it a second,” Law said, his voice strained, a flicker of worry in his eyes. He leaned over, his touch gentle as he took your other hand in his, his fingers wrapping around yours. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, his thumb lightly brushing against your skin. “Isra, it’s time to wake up,” he murmured, his voice soft yet urgent.

You lay unresponsive, your face pale and still. Law gave a few small taps to your cheek, his touch becoming slightly more insistent.

“What if it wasn’t her?” Ikkaku whispered, tears welling in her eyes, her voice choked with fear.

“It was her,” Law insisted, his voice firm, though a knot of unease tightened in his stomach. “She just needs to wake up.” His hand shifted to your forehead, his fingers pressing against your skin, feeling for any sign of warmth, any flicker of life.

Suddenly, the heart rate monitor shrieked, a piercing wail that made Law jump back, his heart leaping into his throat.

“What’s happening?!” Ikkaku cried, her voice cracking with panic as she jumped up, her eyes wide with terror. Your body began to convulse, shaking the bed violently, the crisp white sheets twisting beneath you.

Law quickly pinned your shoulders to the bed, trying to stabilize you. “Her body is rejecting the soul,” he stated, his voice tight with fear.

“What does that mean?!” Ikkaku cried, her voice breaking as she held down your legs, her knuckles white against your skin.

“It means her body has been lying here too long without a soul,” Law explained, his voice strained. “It doesn’t remember what it feels like. Isra, you need to take control! Remind your body what it’s like to have a soul!” he shouted over the escalating beeps of the monitor, “It’s your body. You need to take control of it!” He leaned closer, his voice filled with determination, “Feel yourself, Isra. Push to the front. Feel your nerves. You are in control.”

Your body slowly stopped convulsing, the violent tremors gradually subsiding, leaving you still and breathless. Your eyelids flickered, then snapped open. Law and Ikkaku, their breaths held tight, released their hold on your body. You snapped forward, quickly taking a deep, gasping breath, your chest heaving as your lungs filled with fresh air for the first time in years. Law’s arms, instinctively outstretched, catching you before you fell, his body trembling slightly with relief. You leaned against his chest, your own body shaking, your senses slowly returning, the world around you coming back into focus.

“Isra,” Law called, his touch was gentle as he pushed your shoulders back to get a better view of you. “How do you feel?”

You leaned back further, your gaze drifting down to your hand, your fingers curling and uncurling, marveling at the familiar yet foreign sensation. The skin felt soft, delicate, yours, yet so different from the calloused hands you’d become accustomed to in Law’s body. Your gaze shifted to Ikkaku, who was sitting patiently, tears streaming silently down her face, her expression a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy. “Ku?” Your voice was scratchier than you remembered, and much higher pitched than what you were used to speaking with in Law’s voice, a strange and unsettling feeling, as if someone else were speaking through you.

Ikkaku, unable to contain her emotions any longer, jumped onto the bed and into your arms, hugging you tightly, a wave of warmth radiating from her. You wrapped your arms around her, feeling her warm body against yours, the simple physical contact a wave of comfort, a return to the familiar.

You peeked over her shoulder to see Law standing relieved above you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You reached out a hand, your movements still a little shaky, a silent invitation for him to join the embrace. He took your hand, his grip reassuring, his touch warm. “Isra, do you remember anything?”

Ikkaku pulled away slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation, eager to hear your answer.

You sighed, a small, weary sound, trying to think back, your brow furrowing in concentration. “I don’t remember much,” you admitted, your voice still rough. “Mostly… feeling cold. In that cave.” But… it wasn’t just the cold. It was the emptiness, the isolation, the feeling of being adrift. “But I don’t feel blocked from my memories like before,” you added, a flicker of hope in your eyes. “Most of my memories are just… that cave.”

Law nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. “You were in that cave for Ten years,” he reminded you gently. “So that makes sense. The rest should come back to you eventually.”

You nodded slowly, leaning back into the bed, your body sinking into the soft mattress, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. You fidgeted with the sheets, the cool fabric a welcome sensation against your skin, a flicker of unease still lingering in your eyes. “Yeah, probably.”

“How are you feeling?” Law repeated his first question, leaning over, his gaze warm and concerned.

“Hungry,” you complained, a small smile tugging at your lips as you grabbed your stomach, a familiar pang of hunger gnawing at you.

Law chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice, and gently began removing the wires and tubes that had tethered you to the machines. “Well, let’s get you out of here and to the mess hall,” he said, his gaze warm and inviting.

You smiled as Law helped you out of bed. Your legs felt weak, your muscles ached from years of inactivity. You stumbled, your feet struggling to hold your weight after so long lying still, the world tilting slightly beneath you. “Can Shachi make rice balls?” you asked.

Law shook his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Shachi can make rice balls,” he confirmed. Law smiled as he slid under your left side, while Ikkaku slid under your right, and they walked you out of the room, supporting your unsteady steps, their presence a comforting reassurance.

As you exited the room, a nurse spotted you, her eyes widening in alarm. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Law scooped you up into his arms, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And that our que to leave!”. He took off running down the hallway, with Ikkaku hot on his heels leaving the nurse sputtering in surprise, her words trailing off into the distance.

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. I will probably be reworking my other stories like this soon to both edit the work and to shorten the stories in a more digestible way.

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Brainwaves Part 4 final

Summary: Law wakes up one day to find another person you, being in control of his body and speaking in his head. Now the two of you are trying to solve the mystery of how you got there in the first place and how to get you out of his body and into your own.

Luckily, your home island was on the way to the island the Heart Pirates were heading, and Law and Ikkaku were able to get you there by the next day.

Ikkaku stood next to Law as they approached the hospital, a place they had visited countless times. They moved through the hallway, the route ingrained in their muscle memory. The two paused in front of the door to your room.

“Isra, are you ready?” Law asked, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

“I think so,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper, the sound trembling slightly in the quiet hallway. “Can I take control first? I want to see it first.”

Law nodded, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them, revealing your blue eyes to Ikkaku. A nervous tremor ran through your hands as you gripped the door knob, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. “You okay?” Ikkaku asked, her voice soft with concern, her eyes searching yours. her hand reached for your gripping it tightly in reassurance.

You nodded slowly, your gaze fixed on the closed door, "I'm...scared," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "What if it doesn't feel...right? What if it feels...wrong?"

“What do you mean? It is your body,” Ikkaku said, her brow furrowing slightly.

“I mean…” You hesitated, your fingers tightening around Ikkaku’s hand. “I’ve gotten so used to Law’s body… what if it feels different? What if it hurts?” The thought of inhabiting a body so long dormant sent a shiver down your spine. “What if it feels… lonely?”

“Lonely?” Ikkaku questioned, her voice gentle.

“Well, Law and I shared the same headspace and thoughts for the past four days,” you explained, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if… I don’t know. I miss him.” The admission hung in the air, a fragile and unexpected confession.

“Miss me? Isra, it’s not like I’m going away,” Law said, a hint of amusement laced his tone.

“I know, but…” You sighed, your gaze dropping to the floor. “I know it’s stupid, but… I still don’t have my memories, and sharing your head has been all I’ve known.” You fidgeted with the doorknob, your knuckles white, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Ikkaku’s hand.

“Are you talking with the captain?” Ikkaku asked, and you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the constant presence in your mind.

“Ish, when you enter your body, your memories should come back,” Law reassured, his voice gentle and patient. “And if not, then you get to make new memories on your own, without me.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” you whispered, a flicker of fear in your eyes.

“Want to what?” Law asked, his brow furrowed.

“Make memories without you.” The words were out before you could stop them, a raw and honest expression of your vulnerability.

Law sighed, a soft sound that conveyed both understanding and a touch of sadness. “Isra, when you get into your own body, you can make your own decisions and make memories with whoever you like,” he explained, his voice gentle and reassuring. “You can join my crew, and we can still make memories together. But it would be much easier to do with your own body.”

“You promise?” you asked, your eyes searching his, seeking reassurance.

“Yes, I promise,” Law said, his voice firm and unwavering.

You nodded, the gesture mechanical, and turned the doorknob. The room was smaller than you expected, filled with the hushed hum of machines and the faint, lingering scent of antiseptic. You hesitated, your breath catching in your throat.

On the bed, a body lay still. Your body.

But it didn’t feel like yours. It was… a shell. A long-forgotten vessel. Your hair, a tangled mess, spilled over the pillow, far longer than you would have thought. Your skin, pale and almost translucent, seemed stretched too tightly over your bones. You looked… fragile. Broken. A wave of dizziness washed over you. Was this really you?

Ikkaku moved beside you, her presence a comforting anchor in the swirling confusion. She walked around the bed, her movements familiar, practiced. She sat down and lifted the hand of the body into her own hands.

You stepped closer, drawn by an invisible pull. You hovered above the bed, your gaze taking in every detail of the face that was both yours and yet not yours. You reached out, your fingers brushing against your cheek. The skin felt… strange. Soft. Vulnerable. A flicker of recognition stirred within you, a whisper of something familiar in the midst of the overwhelming foreignness.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart. “Okay, Law. I’m ready.” You closed your eyes to allow Law to take back control.

Law's presence was immediately apparent, a sense of focused power that hadn't been there before. He raised his hand, the familiar blue light of his Room shimmering into existence.

He placed his hand over his chest, his fingers finding the spot where your soul had resided. He concentrated, drawing upon the remaining connection, the faint echo of your presence. A warmth spread through his chest, a tingling sensation that grew stronger as the orb began to materialize, pulled from his very being.

The orb, pulsating with a vibrant blue light, emerged slowly, its radiance intensifying until it became blinding. A surge of energy, like static electricity, filled the room. Law and Ikkaku, their eyes squeezed shut, raised their hands to shield themselves from the overwhelming light.

When the light finally subsided, leaving lingering spots in their vision, the orb was gone, vanished without a trace, leaving only the memory of its brilliant glow.

“Where’d she go?” Ikkaku questioned, her voice laced with rising panic as she frantically scanned the room. Your body remained unnervingly still on the bed, the only sound the rhythmic hiss of the machines.

“Give it a second,” Law said, his voice strained, a flicker of worry in his eyes. He leaned over, his touch gentle as he took your other hand in his, his fingers wrapping around yours. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, his thumb lightly brushing against your skin. “Isra, it’s time to wake up,” he murmured, his voice soft yet urgent.

You lay unresponsive, your face pale and still. Law gave a few small taps to your cheek, his touch becoming slightly more insistent.

“What if it wasn’t her?” Ikkaku whispered, tears welling in her eyes, her voice choked with fear.

“It was her,” Law insisted, his voice firm, though a knot of unease tightened in his stomach. “She just needs to wake up.” His hand shifted to your forehead, his fingers pressing against your skin, feeling for any sign of warmth, any flicker of life.

Suddenly, the heart rate monitor shrieked, a piercing wail that made Law jump back, his heart leaping into his throat.

“What’s happening?!” Ikkaku cried, her voice cracking with panic as she jumped up, her eyes wide with terror. Your body began to convulse, shaking the bed violently, the crisp white sheets twisting beneath you.

Law, his face etched with worry and determination, quickly pinned your shoulders to the bed, trying to stabilize you. “Her body is rejecting the soul,” he stated, his voice tight with fear.

“What does that mean?!” Ikkaku cried, her voice breaking as she held down your legs, her knuckles white against your skin.

“It means her body has been lying here too long without a soul,” Law explained, his voice strained. “It doesn’t remember what it feels like. Isra, you need to take control! Remind your body what it’s like to have a soul!” he shouted over the escalating beeps of the monitor, his voice filled with urgency. “It’s your body. You need to take control of it!” He leaned closer, his voice filled with determination, “Feel yourself, Isra. Push to the front. Feel your nerves. You are in control.”

Your body slowly stopped convulsing, the violent tremors gradually subsiding, leaving you still and breathless. Your eyelids flickered, then snapped open, a flicker of awareness, of you, returning to your eyes. Law and Ikkaku, their breaths held tight, released their hold on your body. You snapped forward, quickly taking a deep, gasping breath, your chest heaving as your lungs filled with fresh air for the first time in years. Law’s arms, instinctively outstretched, catching you before you fell, his body trembling slightly with relief. You leaned against his chest, your own body shaking, your senses slowly returning, the world around you coming back into focus.

“Isra,” Law called, his touch was gentle as he pushed your shoulders back to get a better view of you. “How do you feel?”

You leaned back further, your gaze drifting down to your hand, your fingers curling and uncurling, marveling at the familiar yet foreign sensation. The skin felt soft, delicate, yours, yet so different from the calloused hands you’d become accustomed to in Law’s body. Your gaze shifted to Ikkaku, who was sitting patiently, tears streaming silently down her face, her expression a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy. “Ku?” Your voice was scratchier than you remembered, and much higher pitched than what you were used to speaking with in Law’s voice, a strange and unsettling feeling, as if someone else were speaking through you.

Ikkaku, unable to contain her emotions any longer, jumped onto the bed and into your arms, hugging you tightly, a wave of warmth radiating from her. You wrapped your arms around her, feeling her warm body against yours, the simple physical contact a wave of comfort, a return to the familiar.

You peeked over her shoulder to see Law standing relieved above you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You reached out a hand, your movements still a little shaky, a silent invitation for him to join the embrace. He took your hand, his grip reassuring, his touch warm. “Isra, do you remember anything?”

Ikkaku pulled away slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation, eager to hear your answer.

You sighed, a small, weary sound, trying to think back, your brow furrowing in concentration. “I don’t remember much,” you admitted, your voice still rough. “Mostly… feeling cold. In that cave.” But… it wasn’t just the cold. It was the emptiness, the isolation, the feeling of being adrift. “But I don’t feel blocked from my memories like before,” you added, a flicker of hope in your eyes. “Most of my memories are just… that cave.”

Law nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. “You were in that cave for five years,” he reminded you gently. “So that makes sense. The rest should come back to you eventually.”

You nodded slowly, leaning back into the bed, your body sinking into the soft mattress, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. You fidgeted with the sheets, the cool fabric a welcome sensation against your skin, a flicker of unease still lingering in your eyes. “Yeah, probably.”

“How are you feeling?” Law asked, leaning over, his gaze warm and concerned.

“Hungry,” you complained, a small smile tugging at your lips as you grabbed your stomach, a familiar pang of hunger gnawing at you.

Law chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice, and gently began removing the wires and tubes that had tethered you to the machines. “Well, let’s get you out of here and to the mess hall,” he said, his gaze warm and inviting.

You smiled, a genuine smile that reached your eyes, the first real smile you’d felt in what seemed like forever, as Law helped you out of bed. Your legs felt weak, your muscles ached from years of inactivity. You stumbled, your feet struggling to hold your weight after so long lying still, the world tilting slightly beneath you. “Can Shachi make rice balls?” you asked.

Law shook his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, Shachi can make rice balls,” he confirmed. Law smiled as he slid under your left side, while Ikkaku slid under your right, and they walked you out of the room, supporting your unsteady steps, their presence a comforting reassurance.

As you exited the room, a nurse spotted you, her eyes widening in alarm. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Law scooped you up into his arms, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Okay, gotta go now!” he laughed before he took off running down the hallway, leaving the nurse sputtering in surprise, her words trailing off into the distance.

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A/N: Thank you for reading this was fun to write and I hope it made your heart swell like it did mine. Please let me know what you think and let me know if you have any other fun short story idea I can try.

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I have a confession.

So I realized my personal head canon was completely wrong and I don't plan on changing any of my fics.

Every fic I write that involves Trafalgar Law resolves around my personal head canon that during the 2 year time skip Law becomes a bounty hunter until he captured 100 hearts. It has come to my attention that that was never the case or anyone else head canon. I must of skipped right over the part where they stated he gathered all 100 at once in a battle.

I honestly have waaay more fun writing with what I thought happened than with what did happen. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Anyways that's my confession.

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Brainwaves Part 3

Summary: Law wakes up one day to find another person you, being in control of his body and speaking in his head. Now the two of you are trying to solve the mystery of how you got there in the first place and how to get you out of his body and into your own.

Law quickly ran after Ikkaku. “Ikkaku! Wait!” he yelled, his voice echoing down the hallway.

Ikkaku paused, turning slowly. Her eyes began to water, reflecting the flickering lights of the ship. “I’m sorry, Captain. I shouldn’t have yelled. It’s just… some things bring back memories of her.”

“Memories of her?” Law muttered, his brow furrowed. “Ikkaku, can I please speak with you in my office? I think you can help me with something.” Law grabbed her arm and quickly leading her to his office, much to her surprise.

“Captain, what is going on? You’re acting completely insane!” Ikkaku exclaimed once behind the closed office door.

Law leaned against the door, his shoulders slumping slightly. “You’re right. Something weird has been going on.”

“Clearly!” she scoffed, crossing her arms.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss.

“Finding answers.” Law reply turning his head away for Ikkaku as he spoke to you.

Law’s head snapped towards the woman, “Ikkaku,” he began softly.

“Ku!”

“Will you stop that!” Law shouted, looking to the side. “I don’t understand why you keep insisting I call her Ku! She already said she doesn’t like it.”

Ikkaku looked baffled and offended. “Who are you talking to?”

“Law, don’t! You promised!” you cried in his head, a wave of anxiety washing over you.

Law frowned, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “That was before you put us in this situation,” he mumbled to you.

“No, your mouth put us in this situation,” you retorted.

“You know what? If you’re not going to tell me, then I’m going to leave,” Ikkaku said, turning to go around Law to the door.

Law quickly blocked her path, his heart pounding in his chest. “Wait, no, Ku, I need your help.”

Ikkaku’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of hurt crossing her face. “Stop calling me Ku!”

“That’s what I need answers on. Who used to call you Ku?” Law asked, his eyes filled with a desperate plea.

Ikkaku scoffed, her breath catching in her throat. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, Captain, but I don’t like it. You know it was my sister, and what you did to her.”

Law’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening in shock. “Your… sister… Ish?”

“Sister?” you repeated, confused, as your memories tried to resurface but felt blocked, a frustrating sense of something just out of reach. “I don’t remember.”

Law grabbed Ikkaku’s arm and pushed her into his chair. “Ikkaku, I’m very sorry for anything I’ve done,” he said, his voice thick with guilt, “but I need your help. Two days ago, after I went into that cave, I woke up, and there was this voice in my head, and I wasn’t in control of my own body. Ever since then, I’ve been sharing my body with another, and I think they’re your sister. They don’t have any memories of their past, but I’ve been calling them Ish. I also have clearly forgotten about whatever you say I’ve done to them.”

Ikkaku looked alarmed at Law’s confession, her emotions shifting as she tried to understand what he was saying. “Can you prove it?”

Law nodded. “Ish, can you come out?” he asked.

“No. I… I don’t want to,” you cried, your voice trembling slightly.

Law stepped back, looking off to the side, his expression softening. “What do you mean you don’t want to?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, the words barely a whisper. “What if I’m not her sister? What if she hates me? What if I scare her?”

“Ish, you won’t know until you come out,” Law reasoned, his voice gentle.

“Can you ask nicely?”

Law groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “Ish, can you please come out?”

“Okay. But you’ll still be here?”

Law rolled his eyes. “Where else would I be?”

He closed his eyes tightly, and when they opened, they revealed your blue eyes. Ikkaku gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Recognition instantly flooded her as she look into your eyes

You took a deep breath, your hands fidgeting nervously. Your posture slumped slightly, mirroring a weariness that seemed to settle over the body. You lifted a hand and gave a soft wave. “Hi.”

Ikkaku jumped up and grabbed your face, yanking it towards her. “Isra?” She scanned your eyes as you looked back at her, wide-eyed. She squished your cheeks, a surge of emotion evident in her touch.

You could hear Law groaning in the back of your head.

“Is that my name?” you asked, your voice small and uncertain.

Ikkaku’s eyes began to tear up as she pulled your head into her shoulder, wrapping her arms around you tightly. “How did you find yourself here?” she asked, her voice muffled.

You pushed away gently, a flicker of confusion in your eyes. “I don’t know, but I have a lot of questions.”

Ikkaku sighed, wiping at her eyes, the gesture heavy with sadness. "So do I." She sank back into the chair.

"What happened to me?" you asked, your voice hollow, echoing the emptiness inside you. You leaned against the desk, the wood cold against your skin.

"You and Captain… you really don't remember?" Ikkaku asked, her voice barely above a whisper. You shook your head biting your lip.

Ikkaku sighed again, a long, drawn-out sound filled with grief. "Five years ago… Captain was just a kid. He was always with Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo. You were… you were running Pop's fabric stand." Her voice caught in her throat. "Shachi… he stole something. You chased him as he ran Back to Captain." Ikkaku's breath hitched. "Law… he didn't.. He didn’t fully understand his powers yet. So when he went to defend Shachi… Something went wrong and you collapse.. He didn’t mean to but…" Tears streamed down her face.

You reached out, your hand finding hers, offering comfort even as you felt a growing unease within yourself.

"They… they took you to the hospital after they realized what they did," Ikkaku managed, her voice choked with sobs.

A jolt of something – a memory? – flickered in your mind. A blurry image flashed before your eyes: Law, his face etched with panic, holding a limp body, the face turned away from you. A young Ikkaku, her face contorted with grief and anger, screaming at him. His voice, stammering, apologetic “I don't know what happened… I'm sorry.”

"You've been in that hospital in a coma ever since," Ikkaku finished, her voice choked with emotion. She gripped your hand tightly, her knuckles white.

Your gaze remained distant, your mind struggling to grasp the fragmented images, the half-formed emotions. A cold dread began to creep into your heart, a sense of something terrible, something lost, something your fault, though you couldn't quite place why.

“Law?” you whispered, a chill creeping up your spine as he remained silent. “You did this?” The accusation hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fear. You sank to the ground, the weight of the possibility crushing you. “Law!” you cried, anger and desperation fueling your voice.

“In the cave,” he whispered, his voice strained, as his memories clawed their way to the surface.

“In the cave, what?!” you demanded. “I need answers!” You grabbed your head, the fragments of memory swirling into a painful vortex.

Ikkaku placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Can I talk to him?” she asked gently.

You looked up, met her reassuring gaze, and nodded. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself. When you opened them, they were Law's, his eyes filled with a haunted pain.

“Ikkaku, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with remorse, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I didn’t know.”

Ikkaku, her expression softening, placed her hand over his. “Captain, I know, and I already forgave you years ago.”

“Why?” Law asked, his voice raw with confusion, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Ikkaku sighed, her voice filled with a quiet understanding. “Because you kept coming back. You tried to help. I knew you didn't mean it. You promised you'd figure it out. I believed you. But we need to focus. I almost have my sister back please. What happened in the cave?”

Law grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his temples as he squinted, struggling to grasp the elusive memories. The images became clearer, “The cave… there was a voice. It was Ish. She was screaming at me.” His breath hitched. “And then I saw… a glowing orb. No… a soul. It was Ish’s soul. She was screaming at me, saying it was my fault, that I did that to her.” His voice trembled. “The soul came towards me, and I tried to fight it off but it… if flew into me.” He looked at his chest placing. hand over it. “That was your soul… That day... five years ago... I kicked your soul out of your body.” His voice was barely a whisper, filled with horror. “That’s why you went into a coma. Your soul flew off. It ended in that cave.” A shudder ran through him. “Room!”

A blue sphere expanded around Law, the familiar hum of his power filling the air. He concentrated on the feeling in his chest, the echo of Isra's soul, the connection that still lingered. A blue, glowing sphere, pulsing with energy, began to materialize, slowly pulling out of Law’s chest and into his outstretched hand. It was you, or at least, the essence of you.

“What is happening?!” you shrieked, panic seizing you as you felt yourself wrenched from the familiar warmth of Law’s mind, “Law, stop! I don’t like this!” A wave of icy dread washed over you as you felt the cold air, the familiar, terrifying nothingness closing in. “Stop Please!” You beg you voice cracking with desperation.

Law, his face set with determination, ignored your cries and continued to pull at the glowing orb, his movements precise and deliberate, until it popped free from his chest and rested in his outstretched hand, pulsing with a faint blue light.

The world around you dissolved into a hazy, echoing blur. Sounds became distant and muffled, as if you were underwater. You could sense the space around you, the faint warmth of Ikkaku’s presence, but your vision was gone, replaced by an unsettling, formless awareness. You faintly heard Ikkaku’s voice, a distant echo calling your name. “Ku?”

To Ikkaku, all she could hear was the faint, chime of bells emanating from the orb, a soft, almost magical sound. But Law could hear your voice clearly. Ikkaku looked up at Law, her brow furrowed with confusion.

“Ish?” Law asked, his voice laced with concern, his gaze fixed on the orb in his hand. “Are you okay?”

“No! I’m not ok!” you screamed, your voice a disembodied wail, the cold and emptiness intensifying, pressing in on you from all sides. You felt yourself drawn upwards, pulling you towards Law’s face. “What did you do to me?!” you cried, your voice filled with terror. “Why can’t I feel anything but cold?!”

“What is she saying?” Ikkaku asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“She’s not happy,” Law explained, his voice strained, as he leaned back slightly from the orb, as if trying to distance himself from your distress. “Ish, I needed to prove my theory right.”

“Theory?!” you shrieked, your voice laced with accusation and fear. “You didn’t know what would happen when you did this! You ripped me out! What if I died!”

“You weren’t going to die beside this is a good thing!” Law said, his voice calm but firm, trying to reason with you as you hovered closer to his face. “It means we know where your body is, and we know how to return you to it.”

“I feel as good as dead!” you wailed, your voice filled with despair. “I’m just an orb again! Why are you constantly attacking me and my life?!” You drifted downwards, a sense of hopelessness washing over you, and floated towards the door. “You know what? I don’t need you anymore. I can figure this out myself.”

“Shit, Ish, don’t!” Law shouted, reaching after you, his hand outstretched, but he ended up crashing into the door as you passed through it, leaving him stumbling.

“Where is she going?” Ikkaku asked, running over to Law and helping him up, her eyes wide with worry.

“I don’t know,” Law groaned, rubbing his shoulder, before swinging the door open. They looked down the hall to see the blue orb floating away, disappearing around a corner.

They jumped out of the room and chased after the orb, but it was moving fast. Law led the way, rushing into the wall the orb had just disappeared into. He quickly pushed off the wall, ducking around the corner to the room the wall led to. “Ish!” Law shouted into the room, only to see the blue orb disappear into the next wall, in a mocking flash of blue. Law groaned, frustration building, before taking off down the hall again.

Shachi and Penguin stood in the hall, watching in confusion as a mysterious blue orb floated past them, quickly followed by their frantic captain shouting at it to stop, and Ikkaku hot on his heels. They shrugged and turned the other way, minding their own business. “Shachi!” their captain shouted, stopping them in their tracks. “I need some rice balls, now!” The captain ordered before disappearing around a corner.

“Rice balls?!” Ikkaku questioned his wild request, her voice laced with disbelief.

“Trust me!” Law shouted as they barreled down the hall. “Ish, come back!”

"Why should I?" You shouted, your voice echoing in his head, laced with hurt and anger. "You did this to me! This is all your fault!"

"I know, I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation, "but let me make this right."

"I don't want your help anymore. I'll find my body on my own!"

"Ish, please! Don't do this to Ikkaku again," he begged, his voice cracking slightly, the image of Ikkaku's tear-streaked face flashing in his mind as she screamed at him in front of the hospital.

"It's ISRA! And I didn't do this to Ikkaku. YOU did!" You paused, hovering near Law's face, the coldness of your form brushing against his skin. Law, seizing the opportunity, threw his hand up, gripping the orb tightly. You felt the slight pressure, the familiar sensation of being contained returning.

"Ha! Got you!" Law celebrated, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

“If I had eyes right now, I would roll them,” you thought, before you faded out of his hand, the pressure easing, the cold emptiness returning, a familiar and unwelcome sensation.

"Shit, Isra, stop, I'm sorry," Law said, approaching cautiously, his voice laced with a renewed sense of desperation. "I promise we'll head straight to your body, and then you never have to see me again," he reasoned as you floated in front of him.

"Captain!" Shachi turned the corner, a plate piled high with rice balls in his hands. "I got those rice balls you asked for." You looked over, the aroma of the rice balls filling your senses, a pang of longing hitting you with unexpected force. You immediately flew over to them, a desperate craving taking hold. "What the hell is this?" Shachi questioned as you tried to interact with the rice balls, but only found yourself floating through the plate, the delicious food taunting you from just out of reach.

You let out a frustrated cry, a desperate longing for the taste and texture of the rice balls as hungry fills your system. You lunged at them again and again, but your formless self slipped right through, leaving you with nothing but the phantom taste on your tongue. "I can't even taste them!" you wailed.

"Isra," Law said, approaching cautiously, his voice gentle afraid you'll fly off again. "If you come back, you can eat those rice balls. And we'll return you to your own body, and you can eat as many rice balls as you like." He held out a hand, palm up, a silent invitation. "You can feel again, Isra. Feel the warmth, the textures... everything."

You hesitated, the scent of the rice balls taunting you, the memory of their taste a distant but powerful draw. The sadness of your current state washed over you, the frustration of being so close yet so far from your goal. "I told you to stop," you whispered, the words filled with a quiet despair. "I told you I didn't like it, and you did it anyway."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Law replied, his voice contrite. "I promise I won't do it again, and we'll bring you straight to your body."

"How can I trust that when you couldn't even keep your first promise?" you challenged, your voice laced with hurt.

"My first promise?" Law asked, his brow furrowed.

"You promised you wouldn't do anything unless we both agreed!" you shouted, the frustration bubbling over. "I should have never trusted a pirate."

Law flinched, the memory of his promise, so easily broken, hitting him with a pang of guilt. He saw the pain in your intangible form, the despair in your disembodied voice. "You're right," he admitted, his voice low. "I was selfish and impatient. I'm sorry. If you come back, I won't do it again, and you can have as many rice balls as you like until we get you back to your body."

"Can you at least say please?" you asked, a hint of playfulness creeping into your voice despite the seriousness of the situation.

Law rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Please, Isra, will you come back?"

"Deal!" you shouted, the word echoing in his mind, the promise of food and the hope of returning to your body outweighing your lingering doubts. You flew into Law's chest, the familiar warmth and solidity of his body a welcome sensation, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness you'd just experienced.

Law took a deep breath, the shift in his posture subtle but noticeable, and his eyes reopened, revealing your eye color. He quickly lunged at the plate Shachi was holding, shoving two rice balls into his face, the taste and texture a burst of sensory overload.

Shachi stepped back, shocked, leaning over to Ikkaku, who was leaning against the wall, catching her breath, a mixture of amusement and bewilderment on her face. “What the hell is going on?” Shachi whispered, his voice laced with confusion, and Ikkaku just laughed at the sheer absurdity of everything, the relief of having her sister back outweighing the strangeness of the situation.

“That’s Isra,” she bubbled, her voice filled with warmth.

“Isra? Your sister? How?” Shachi looked between the captain and his differently colored eyes and contrasting posture to the captain he knew, trying to reconcile the familiar face with the unfamiliar behavior.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Part 4 will is the end of this short story. Please let me know what you think 😁.

Part 4

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Brainwaves Part 2

Summary: Law wakes up one day to find another person you, being in control of his body and speaking in his head. Now the two of you are trying to solve the mystery of how you got there in the first place and how to get you out of his body and into your own.

A/N: be sure to read part one first but I am enjoying writing this fun little mystery. I also find the idea of Law doing things he would never do like skip and tell people to have a great day very funny which is why I started writing this.

Law’s hand glides over the stone walls of the cave, gently analyzing the grooves and texture.

“This is where Shachi said they found me, thirty minutes after I went in,” he thinks aloud. “It took at least ten minutes to walk from the entrance to this point, so that leaves twenty minutes unaccounted for.”

“All I see are dark, musty walls,” you groan in his head. “Now that we’re far from the crew, can I take control again?”

He rolls his eyes. “I already told you, no. Our deal is you have control in the office and while eating, and I have control the rest of the time.”

“But it’s so…”

“Cold and empty, I know!” he cuts you off, his voice tight with impatience. “Look, I need to be in control right now. One, because if something happens, I need to use my powers to get us out safely. Two, I can research better by moving at my own will, not watching through you. And lastly, it’s my body, and part of our deal. If you ever want to find your own body, you’ll let me do what’s needed.”

You huff in reply as he continues down the dimly lit cave. “Looks like I was fighting something?” he ponders, running his fingers over a deep, slash-like sword mark.

“Oh, is that what that is? I just thought it was a very intense game of tic-tac-toe,” you snicker in his head.

He rolls his eyes again, pulling out his sword and comparing the marks with the movements he would have made. “I was throwing my sword rather chaotically, and I don’t think I made contact, seeing how the walls seem to have taken the brunt of my swings.”

“Or maybe you were just showing off. You know, ‘Look how strong I am!’ Slash! ‘Look how cool I am!’ Slash! Slash!’” You giggle at your own joke as he continues to ignore you. You pout, a flicker of annoyance in your thoughts. “Fine… you were fighting something invisible. Does that bring back any memories?”

He shakes his head. “No, not yet.”

You sigh. “Do you at least remember why you were in this cave?”

“Shachi said it was because I was getting weird feelings from the cave.”

“I know. I was there for that conversation, remember?” you say in a duh tone. “That doesn’t help us much.”

He sighs in annoyance. “Okay, well, what about you? Clearly, this all started in this cave. Do you remember anything? Recognize anything?”

You ponder for a moment. “Nope!” you pop, earning a groan from him.

“Well, this cave has to have some answers. We just have to keep looking.”

“Or… we go back to the ship and see what Shachi’s cooking for dinner!” you offer, a bubble of humor in your voice.

“What is it with you and food?” he questions as he walks deeper into the cave. “Shachi’s food isn’t even that good. It’s barely edible and all he makes are rice balls.”

You shrug. “I just feel like I haven’t eaten in years.”

“Well, you literally ate an hour ago, much to my embarrassment,” he cringes, thinking back to the moment when you were in control, shoving food down his throat before asking everyone on the crew if you could have the rest of their meal. His stomach still groans from being so full.

“Whatever. You just don’t know how to appreciate things.”

“Can you just focus?” he groans as he moves down the cave. Suddenly, a small bat flies at him. He throws his arm up, swatting at the bat as it dances around his head. “Get the fuck away.”

“Hey, leave it alone. It’s not its fault your hair looks like it has its own ecosystem stuck up there.” He continues to swat at the bat, ignoring you. “Hey, I mean it! Stop that!”

“I’ll stop when it leaves me alone!” He then makes contact with the bat, and it flies off squeaking.

Your stomach drops, and you are overwhelmed with a sense of fear, a primal instinct screaming at you to flee. “Law… run,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“Run! Now!” you yell, your voice laced with terror.

He turns to run as a roar echoes down the cave, and the sound of large, beating wings propels him forward. “What the hell is that?!” he shouts as his stride lengthens.

“It’s Mom,” you state, your voice filled with dread.

“It’s Mom?!” He turns his head to see a giant bat that fills the entire cave and is three times the size of him. The bat’s back legs are extended, ready to claw him, and it’s gaining ground quickly, nearly on his heels.

“Slide to the left!” you shout.

He obeys, dropping to the ground and sliding into a small opening to the left. The bat’s claws scratch at the edge of the opening as he shifts deeper into cover. After another foot, the top of the cave opens up, allowing him to stand and catch his breath.

“What the hell was that?!” he pants, his heart pounding in his chest.

“The little bat’s mother,” you sigh.

“I caught onto that,” he rolls his eyes. “How did you know about her and this hiding spot?”

“I don’t know. I just felt a wave of déjà vu. Like I’ve witnessed that scenario many times,” you ponder, your brow furrowed.

“Interesting.” He puts his hand to his chin in thought. “Well, do you have any déjà vu on how to get out of here?”

“Maybe, if I had control, I think I could figure it out.”

He groans. “Fine, but as soon as we’re out, I’m taking back control so I can speak with my crew.” He closes his eyes tightly, and when they open, they’d shifted to your blue eyes.

A smile quickly overtakes the grumpy face. You stretch, getting familiar with controlling the body again. “Alright, this feels better already!” you laugh, popping your knuckles.

“Will you stop that! I’d rather not get arthritis,” he groans in your head.

“That’s just a myth, you baby,” you roll your eyes before starting to walk down the tunnel. You quickly pause, a weird feeling washing over you, as if something was telling you not to go down there. A shiver runs down your spine, a sense of unease settling in your stomach. You spin around, heading the other way.

“You better be able to get us out of here in a decent time,” he says, his voice laced with impatience.

*“*Can you just say something nice, or say ‘please’?” you sigh.

He groans. “Fine… can you please get us out of here on time?”

You smirk. “Thank you. Yes, Law, I’ll do my best to get us out of here on time.” You then disappear into the cave. “Besides, the sooner we get out, the sooner we can eat!”

He groans as you laugh, skipping down the cave.

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You found your way out of the cave with ease and no further trouble. Now you’re sitting in the back of Law’s mind as he leads a meeting with his crew.

“This is so boring…“ you moan.

“Be quiet,” he hisses under his breath, covering his mouth with his hand as he leans back in his chair while his crew discusses their plans.

“But I’m bored.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Captain?” a voice asks, gaining Law’s attention. He shakes his head and sits up.

“Yes, Ikkaku? Sorry, what was the problem?” he asks.

“Ku,” you mindlessly correct.

“What?” He shifts his head away from the crew, hissing at you.

“I’m sorry, Captain?” The woman in front of him asks, looking confused.

He shakes his head. “Not you. Sorry. Continue.”

Ikkaku nods, turning back to the board with a map of the North Blue. “I was saying, in order for us to get to the Grand Line, I’ll need to upgrade the engine to make it through the Calm Belt. The island we’re on doesn’t have the parts I need, but this island and this island should,” she points to two islands. “Both are within range, but deciding which one we go to will determine where we start on the Grand Line.”

“We’re going to find my body before you go to the Grand Line, right?” you ask, worry lacing your voice in his head.

He sits back in thought. “Bepo, what do you think?” he asks.

The polar bear sitting next to him sits up. “If we go to Island One, we’ll start further back on the Grand Line. But if we go to Island Two, we’d start in more dangerous parts with no experience.”

“Yeah, but we can handle it!” Shachi slams his hand on the table excitedly. Penguin agrees, nodding enthusiastically.

Law holds up a hand to silence them. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Starting further back on the Grand Line isn’t ideal, but it would give us more experience,” he reasons.

“I also have a reliable source that says the parts we need will be on Island One,” Ikkaku states.

He pushes himself out of his chair. “Then it’s settled. We’ll head out to Island One tomorrow, where Ikkaku…”

“Ku,” you correct again, interrupting him.

He pauses, shaking his head. “Ikkaku can get the parts, and then we’ll head straight to the Grand Line.”

Everyone in the room nods, standing and filing out.

“Law?” you question. “We are going to figure this problem out first, right?”

He turns, facing the porthole. “Yes, Ish, we’ll figure this out first,” he says quietly.

“Captain?”

He turns to find Ikkaku standing beside him, looking puzzled.

“Yes, Ikkaku?”

“Ku.”

He frowns at the sound of your voice in his head, and Ikkaku raises an eyebrow.

“Are you alright, Captain? You’ve been acting weird.”

He relaxes his face and nods. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Ikkaku smiles. “Good. Can’t have our captain having second thoughts. Once we enter the Grand Line, there’s no coming back.”

He nods. “Yes, I know.”

Ikkaku turns to leave. “Well, if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thanks, Ik…” he begins.

“Ku!”

“Ku!” he repeats, the word catching in his throat. Ikkaku freezes. He spins around to face the porthole. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he hisses to you.

“Her name is Ku,” you say.

“And how would you know that?” he questions.

“I just do,” you pout.

He groans before turning back to see Ikkaku still frozen. “Ikkaku?” He reaches out to touch her shoulder, but she yanks away, leaving him confused.

“Don’t ever call me that!” she yells, spinning around aggressively.

He raises his hand defensively. “I’m sorry, it just slipped.” He raises a brow. “Wait. Why?”

Ikkaku’s breath hitches. A flicker of pain crosses her face before she schools her features into a neutral expression. She lets out a small, shaky breath. “Captain,” she says, her voice barely a whisper, “I forgave you a long time ago…but some things still hurt.”

He looks down at the woman, confused, his eyes darting around, searching for answers, but he can’t find a response. What did I do? he wonders, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach.

Ikkaku turns and storms out.

“What was that about?” you question.

“I… don’t remember,” he admits, a wave of guilt washes over him.

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A/N: Thanks for reading Part 3 will hopefully come out by the end of the week and will probably be the last part if not then the second to last. Please let me know what you think 😁.

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I know you love having Luffy be larger than Law but what if he wasn't?

This ask has been living rent free in my brain for the last two weeks and I’m very glad I have finally gotten to it!! I assume you mean as a future au because their height difference in canon is Everything To Me so please have stocky short pirate king loof and his beanstalk of a husband

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Brainwaves Pt 1

Summary: One day, Trafalgar Law wakes up to a nightmare: you are in control of his body. He can hear you, he can feel you… and he can't do a damn thing about it. Now, the two of you are on a quest to unravel the mystery of your unexpected cohabitation, a quest that's going to be a lot more chaotic than Law would prefer.

amnesia reader x Law

You wake up feeling stiff, a wave of soreness washing over your body. Bright lights assault your eyes as you sit up, shielding them while trying to take in your surroundings. Nothing looks familiar, and you can’t recall how you got here. You place a hand down, feeling the cold metal of the table you were lying on. Looking around, you notice bookshelves crammed with medical texts and a table covered in tools, making it clear you’re in some kind of medical bay. But how did you end up here?

A pressure builds in your head as you swing your legs over the table. Pushing yourself off, something immediately feels wrong as your feet touch the ground. You stumble, nearly falling, and grab your head as the pressure intensifies, falling back and knocking over a side table.

“Watch it!”

You whip your head around, searching for the source of the voice. “Who’s there?” you ask, noticing you’re alone in the room.

“Up here,” the voice replies. You spin around, your back slamming into the bookshelf and sending some books tumbling. “Can you stop running into stuff!” the voice grumbles.

“Who are you? What are you doing inside my head?”

“Your head? I have a better question: What are you doing inside my body!” the voice shouts.

You freeze, your heart rate quickening. Slowly, you look down at your hands and body. Two large hands, covered in elaborate tattoos, stare back at you. You’re tall, looking down at an extremely unfamiliar body. You feel a strange disconnect, like your mind is piloting a machine it doesn't understand.

Quickly, you push off the shelf and head to a mirror across the room. The face staring back is worn and tired, completely foreign. “Holy shit!” you exclaim, yanking at your cheek. “Your bags are ginormous! And your hair is so… greasy.”

“Thanks,” the grumpy voice retorts. “Now, who are you, and why are you in control of my body?”

“I don’t remember,” you say, inspecting the body closer, lifting your arms to catch a whiff of salty seawater and raw fish. “God, you smell awful.”

“Hey! Focus!” the voice shouts. You roll your eyes and turn away from the mirror to investigate the room further. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”

You shrug, a flicker of unease in your stomach. “I don’t know. Where the hell am I?”

The voice sighs. “It looks like we’re in the medical bay on my ship.”

“Your ship? Are you like a pirate? And why are we in a medical bay?” you ask, flipping through a notebook on the table filled with scratchy handwriting.

“Stop going through that!” the voice orders. “And yes, this is my ship. I am the captain of the Heart Pirates. And I don’t know why we’re in the med bay.”

You slam the notebook shut, rolling your eyes. “Well, Mr. All-Knowing Captain, what do we do now?”

“If you give me control of my body, I’ll gladly try to figure that out.”

“One, I don’t even know how to give you back control, and two, if I do, who says I won’t just become trapped in the back of your head?”

“Like what you’re doing to me right now,” the voice grumbles. “It’s my body, which means I need to have control over it. Just let go of your hold, and I’ll do the rest.”

“No!” you shout, feeling the pressure in your head grow stronger as the captain tries to push against you. You grab your head and run towards the door.

“What are you doing! Just let go!” the voice shouts angrily.

You close your eyes and shake your head. “No, I can’t.” As you run down the hall, you bump into something. You fall to the floor, thrown off balance by this unfamiliar body, a wave of dizziness washing over you.

“Captain?” the figure above you asks. You look up to see a man in a white boiler suit with a killer whale hat perched on his head.

“Are you alright?” a second figure asks. You look over to see another man in a similar outfit with a penguin hat.

You push yourself up in uncoordinated movement, “Yes… Uh. I’m just fine,” you mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

The men frown. “We were just about to check on you. What happened in that cave?” the one in the whale hat asks.

“What cave?” you ask.

The penguin-hatted man frowns. “We found you passed out in the cave you were supposed to investigate. Are you sure you should be up, Captain? I think we should do a concussion test.”

You quickly shake your head. “No, no, it’s fine! Look, see?” You shake your legs, nearly losing your balance again. “I’m great and in peak health.”

“Oh my god,” the voice moans.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go! Gotta do my captainy thing and check on what’s been going on since I’ve been out,” you say with a forced smile before taking off down the hall. “Have a great day!”

You can feel the voice irritation and annoyance “If those two don’t see that something is clearly wrong, they’re dumber than I thought,” he grumbles. “Where are you going now?”

“To figure out where the hell we are and to find that cave,” you think.

“I already told you: We’re aboard the Polar Tang.”

“Yes, I get that, but where is the Polar Tang?”

“The last thing I remember is stopping at a small island with a village on our way to the Grand Line.”

You reach the door leading to the ship’s bridge. Fresh salt air fills your lungs. Looking around, you see the ship is still docked. You jump off and onto the dock, then take off running up the village street.

“What are you doing now! Just go back and tell Penguin and Shachi what’s going on, and we can return to our normal lives,” the voice pleads.

“No, I don’t trust them,” you say, a vague sense of unease settling in your stomach. "They're pirates."

“Well, I trust them, and if you just give me control, I can figure this out faster.”

“I’m not listening to you, either, Mr. Pirate Captain.”

The voice groans. “It’s Trafalgar Law.”

“What?”

“Trafalgar Law. That’s my name.”

You pause, feeling a bit more trusting of the man. Just then, the scent of cooked food fills your nose. Your stomach immediately growls, and hunger floods your system, a sharp, gnawing pain that seems to echo from some deep, empty place within you.

You sigh and head into the tavern the delicious smell is coming from.

“What can I get you?” the man at the bar greets.

“Whatever that delicious smell is, please,” you smile, looking behind him for the source. The man raises an eyebrow but turns to retrieve the food.

“What’s your name?” the voice asks once the man is gone.

“Uh… I… I don’t know,” you admit, a wave of confusion washing over you.

“So you have absolutely zero memory?”

“I guess.”

“So then, Nameless, what are you hoping to accomplish?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap.

The bartender stands before you, holding a plate with a burger. He looks at you strangely as you seem to be talking to yourself. You smile sheepishly and take the plate, bringing the burger to your face.

“Don’t!” the voice shouts, and you quickly pull the burger back.

“What?” you hiss.

“Don’t eat that! It has bread on it.”

“So?”

“So! I have a severe gluten allergy! Do you want to kill us?!” he hisses.

You groan and hold up the plate, waving over the bartender. “Hi, I’m sorry, I have an allergy to bread, apparently. Can I get something else?” The man kindly takes the plate and returns to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Law sighs in relief.

“Yeah, whatever,” you groan as your stomach growls loudly. You grab your stomach in pain and rest your head on the table. “I’m just so hungry. It feels like it’s been years since I last ate.”

“Well, it’s been at most a day for me, so you’ll live,” Law replies, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. “So, if you don’t want me to call you Nameless, what should I call you? Bodysnatcher?”

“I don’t know. I feel like my name started with ‘Ish.’”

“Ish? Okay, Ish, what are you trying to accomplish?”

“Accomplish? I don’t know… to get my own body or my memories back?”

“Well, the only way we can do that is by working together, and if you just give me back control, I can…”

“No!” you shout, slamming your hand on the table. Everyone looks over, confused. You lower your head, waving sheepishly. “No,” you whisper. “I can figure this out myself.” The bartender brings over some rice, which you gratefully accept, shoveling it into your mouth. The simple, bland taste is heavenly; you devour it in a few bites.

“Unlike you, I have a memory and a crew who can help us figure this out much sooner,” Law reasons.

“Exactly. You have a crew, a memory, and a body. I have nothing,” you say, fighting back a tear. “You have no reason to help me. If I give you control, you have no reason to give me back control or find my own body.”

Law sighs. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to get your memories back and to get you into your own body.”

“Good. And you can keep that promise from inside my head.” You stand up, pushing the empty bowl away.

You start to walk out when the bartender shouts, “Hey! You gonna pay for that?”

You freeze and dig through your pockets, finding only lint. “Shit,” you mumble.

“Run!” Law orders, and you push your way out the door. You look left and see Law’s crew, all wearing matching white boiler suits, walking up the street.

“Hey! Captain, wait up!” the giant walking polar bear shouts. Your eyes widen, and you take off in the other direction. “Wait, Captain!” The crew starts running after you.

“Why the hell is that polar bear walking?!” you shout as you sprint away.

“His name is Bepo. He’s my first mate,” Law explains.

“That doesn’t explain how he’s walking,” you complain, feeling Law shrug. Your strides lengthen, and you glide through the streets at an unbelievable speed. “Damn, your legs are so long,” you comment.

“Hey! Stop!” a new voice shouts from behind. You whip your head around and see a Marine chasing you.

“Shit,” Law groans. “Give me control now!”

“No!” you shout, ducking between crowds of people. Suddenly, a sword swipes towards your head, and you drop to the floor. You look up to see an angry Marine standing over you, sword raised to attack again.

“Ish, I need control now!” Law shouts, his voice edged with panic.

The Marine’s sword comes down again, but you roll out of the way, pushing yourself up only to be faced with another Marine, this one with a musket pointed at you. You raise your hands in fear. “Fine!” you shout and close your eyes.

When Law’s eyes reopened, they shifted to yellow and a smirk took over his face. With a quick wave of a hand a a mumble of the word, “Room”, a blue sphere encapsulated the area. With another wave, all the items on the ground floated upwards, then dashed around inside the sphere. Civilians and Marines screamed, dodging the flying debris. Law dropped to the ground and swept his leg under the Marine in front of him, sending him sprawling. He grabbed the musket out of his hand and threw it behind him, hitting the Marine with the sword. That Marine, in turn, dropped his sword as the musket connected with his face, and he fell. Smoothly, Law caught the sword mid-air and stood upright. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, acclimating to his body again. He took a deep breath, another smirk growing on his face, and then he twirled the sword in a wild, rapid series of movements.

When he stopped, he stood proudly. All the Marines began screaming as their body parts became detached, flying through the air. They entered a swirling cyclone of mismatched limbs. Law snapped his fingers again. The blue sphere vanished, and the flying debris crashed to the ground. The Marines, now a comical jumble of parts, took off running as best they could.

“Captain!” a voice cried, and Bepo ran to Law, engulfing him in a hug and lifting him off the ground.

Law groaned, allowing his first mate to swing him around. “Bepo, put me down.”

The polar bear complied. “Sorry, Captain. Penguin and Shachi said you were acting weird, and then you started running away from us,” he whined.

Law rubbed the back of his neck. “I just momentarily forgot where I was. I’m fine now. Sorry to worry you,” he said, turning back toward the ship. “I’ll be in my office. I have some things to work out.”

Law returned to his office, closing the door behind him. He walked to the mirror and leaned in, looking into his own eyes. “Ish?” he called.

“What,” your voice echoed back, tinged with sadness. “You got what you wanted. You’re back in control.” A hollow ache settles in your chest, the cold emptiness returning.

“Look, I made a promise to help you, and I plan on keeping it, but only if we do this my way.”

“Which means I’ll be trapped inside here while you run around doing whatever you want,” you pout.

“We’ll figure this out together. I don’t want you trapped up there either. I won’t do anything unless we both agree, until we get you into your own body and your memories back.”

“Is that why you didn’t tell your crew?”

Law nodded. “You don’t trust them yet, and I get that, but I promise we can trust them.”

“I don’t like being trapped here. It’s cold and feels empty,” you whine, the chill seeping into your bones.

Law sighs. “Fine. I’ll give you control whenever we’re in this office, but outside of it, I’ll stay in control.”

“And when we’re eating!” you ask excitedly.

Law groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “Fine.”

“Then we have a deal.” Law closed his eyes, then snapped them open again, revealing your blue eyes. You smiled brightly.

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A/N:

Thanks for reading I wrote this because of a poll I did that resulted in writing something new and this was the most "New" thing I could think of.

Part 2 is up

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A Pirates Choice Part 2

Part 1

a/n: I wanted to say I do have plans for this part two to have two options maybe 3. But I really wanted to get this part out now that the recent One Piece episode was released so yes this chapter does contain spoilers for that episode. Anyway please enjoy I did cry while writing this which means that this chapter has to be one of my good ones.

This chapter is not all sad though there are a few sweet moments.

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

TW: This story contains mentions of sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, and loss.

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.

Law finally was consumed by the darkness allowing Bepo to take him far away from the island and out of Blackbeard's clutches.

[iamnot-crazy]

So Rosi has to be 100% OP but her father's still see her as their daughter. I can see a scenario where Roci finds herself in a crazy battle and Luffy and Law rushing to try and help her but when they get to her she has completely dominated the battlefield.

damn u rite tho!!

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