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[sanjiyue]

law; misguided loyalty 3

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notes: this is pre-dressrosa arc. law’s haki is still developing, and nowhere as strong as it currently is

doflamingo family!reader x law, angst

As a member of the Doflamingo family, you embark on a perilous mission to secure a supposed cure for disease, fervently believing in your dedication to Doflamingo.

Little do you know that Law, is also out seeking control of the cure.

When your paths cross in the New World, tensions arise as Law, aware of the dangers involved with the underground boss, tries to convey the truth about the misleading mission.

Will the ties to the Doflamingo family shatter, allowing both Law and you to find a new understanding, or will the echoes of the past prove too powerful to overcome? Explores the complexities of allegiance, trust, and the consequences of leaving behind a life bound by shadows.

[9.5k wc]

Law always did like the low, deep hum of the ship. He found comfort listening to it in the nights where he tossed and turned, unable to chase the sleep he felt was hauntingly out of his reach.

The pressure in his ears roared as the sub dived deeper into the depths. With nothing else, he childishly blamed the adjustment for his distraction.

Definitely not for the fact that you were peacefully slumped in the corner of his room, leaning against his walls. As Law quieted, the light breathing suddenly felt magnified by a thousand.

He caught himself unconsciously matching his breath to yours, and he humorlessly let out a little cough to deny himself.

It was as if heaven bent itself to his small wonder and curiosity of you.

Law eased back into his chair, the wood creaking as he spread his body languidly. The surface of the desk before him was littered with his own thoughts spelled out, attempting to connect the dots of conviction.

He was starting to get a thrumming headache from this whole mess. What was he going to do now that you were on this ship anyways?

For the first time in a long time, Law was stunned by himself. Ever since he left that place, he swore to think things through so he would never go through anything like that ever again.

In the icy lands of the North, Law’s heart became shackled and locked behind icicles that threatened to pierce whenever he thought about it.

There was no more time for his night-long laments in the cold darkness now.

It all would have to be pushed back to move on. At least, that’s what Law concluded.

Despite his best efforts, they seemed to occupy him whenever he was left alone with himself.

He draped a hand over his eyes, massaging them as he leaned his head back, neck hitting the hard wood of the unyielding chair.

With your soft breaths and the constant white-noise of the boiler, everything seemed oddly peaceful.

Strangely, in that very uncomfortable chair, the captain of the Heart Pirates began to feel his eyelids turn heavy in the cozy ambiance.

At the sound of a small metallic clank, he flew back to full alertness.

Of course sleep wouldn’t come easy. He almost never had it so simple like that.

Law raised his head and turned to look in your direction, catching you in the action as you sleepily attempted to lift your arms, only to be surprised again by the sheer amount of gravity and force that pulled against your will.

He noticed your eyes blink quickly as you attempted to soothe yourself back into reality.

Before Law could even notice it himself, he became a little hesitant.

How would he act in front of you when he was so rash before?

It was unlike him to act so haphazardly, he decided to steel his thinking and focus.

All in the meanwhile, you began to struggle from your spot on the floor as your consciousness grew clearer.

As you became wakeful with your guard up, threats tumbled from your mouth spilling onto the ground.

In that moment, Law suddenly thought about how he had learned that animals backed into corners would always bite. He suppressed a smile, knowing it would aggravate you even further.

Seeing you like this made him feel a strange sense of deja vu.

As he studied your face, he suddenly became reminded of the very first time he had met you in the damp and dark dungeons of Dressrosa.

Doflamingo had just found you as a stray, stumbling the streets after he had decimated cities with a flourish of his hand. He had decided he liked the way you glared with all your hatred, as you snatched a stone from the cracked pavement to throw at him.

It had bounced off, unthreatening, but he couldn’t help the smile that had stretched his face as he looked below at the small ball rolling in the waves of ferociousness burning beside fury.

Law saw himself in the way you snapped through the bars when you saw him for the first time, reaching your small hands out to grab him violently.

He saw himself in the way you trembled when you thought he had left, a tiny body shouldering heavy feelings alone.

He tried to release himself from the past, trying to convince himself you weren’t the same as before.

And now, he approached you, warily.

“L…aw,” you grit through your teeth, fully feeling your strength evaporating against the chains.

The dark haired man paused in his step as if to consider something. He unsheathed the sword he was carrying.

Your eyes widened, panic rising in your chest like a balloon, filling every inch.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised quickly. “Room.”

The familiar blue filled your sight again, only disappearing again as you squeezed your eyes shut as Law swung down his sword towards you.

When nothing happened, you looked up and shuddered. In Law's outstretched fingers, he held a red thumping heart encased in a little block of ice.

You grasped at your chest in panic.

"Sorry, extra little precaution. I like to be prepared."

"What…just happened.”

Law's fingers ran themselves over the little cube before he tucked it away into his coat pocket.

"Let's try not do anything too rash now." His golden eyes sternly turned to you.

Law's senses turned against him as he produced a key. Every instinct roared against him as he turned the key in small hole of the cuffs, unlocking it with a click.

He watched you rub the small red circles from the chains that had turned your skin raw while you struggled in them.

Meanwhile, you had refound your strength. As you stood, your will flared a deep crimson and stretched towards him hungrily.

Law's hand reached into his pocket.

You hesitated, confused.

"I don't want to do this, but it seems you just won't listen." Law raised an eyebrow, his voice lower than usual.

"What--"

You cut off your own words with a cry of surprise.

A sudden terror gripped you as it felt like your own chest was strangling you. A stab of pain electrocuted through your body, crushing your own words.

Your eyes grew teary as you struggled to stabilize yourself.

"Do you get it now?" Law demanded, "I'm holding your literal heart. Can you just stop and think for a minute?"

"Why did you take the sea prisms off?" You shot back, touching a hand at your chest, "I thought you liked securing your chances."

“You need me if you want this back— I’ll take my chances.”

You caught his look, unconsciously running your fingers over your wrists. "Where is the century fruit?" You asked, the pain finally subsiding.

"Somewhere," he said factly.

Fine.

Law pushed a hand through his hair, irritatedly changing the subject. “What you showed me on that island— those memories, were they yours?”

“No,” you replied slowly, “they were yours. I didn’t have time to think of something to show you, so it must have just showed you a memory.”

The golden-eyed man’s eyes never left you, but he seemed miles away, as if he was considering something.

He didn’t say anything, though, and instead turned to the door to leave. “I should warn you,” he said, drily, “to not do anything stupid. The only one who can put your heart back in your body is me.”

It was as if he was trying to rile you up.

You frowned at him and followed behind him, “why didn’t you just kill me?”

His hand froze on the knob.

How could he answer when he didn't even know himself? When he considered the thought, his own heart pounded like drums.

Golden eyes glued to the floor, the blood in Law’s head rushed and fought as he scrutinized his choices.

“I’ve destroyed your transponder snail. You won’t be treated like a prisoner here so be nice.”

He said that, but as the days passed, it grew very obvious from hushed voices and a missing introduction that something was off.

You hadn't cared enough to introduce yourself to everyone, to flit from person to person, and now it was a little awkward.

"HI!" A loud voice struck you back to your little spot by the porthole window.

A lanky man, no more than 25 curiously leaned forward to get a look at your face, his hands planted on the table, eagerly supporting his weight and curiousity.

He sported a little mushroom hat that he tugged out of his eyes,

"We just came back from our mission and there's a woman here?" His eyes almost popped out of his sockets as he stared at you.

Another voice piped up from behind him, "if we had known, we'd never have left!"

You couldn't see him too clearly, but there was certainly no missing the slightly beaten up and roughened hat he sport with the tall words 'PENGUIN'.

You were slightly taken aback by these strong personalities. No one had come up to talk to you yet, but these two seemed to contain such warmness that the others couldn't help but sneak peeks over.

“Is it true that you grew up with the Captain?” The man with sunglasses asked, curiously.

You could see his eyes lit up beneath the darkened lenses and feel the way the air around him stopped in hushed suspense.

He emanated warmth, pleasantness, and loyalty.

"Yes." You smiled at him, offering your hand and a name to which he beamed in delight!

"Shachi."

"Penguin."

"Bepo."

A third, more timid voice appeared. You saw him before you heard him, his white fur illuminating under the golden lights strung above, although dirtied and matted, never losing its shine and softness.

Your mouth fell down slightly in surprise at this animal before you, seemingly gentle as a mouse, yet towering almost to the ceiling.

Before you could say anything, another question launched into the conversation, “is it true that you’re part of the Doflamingo pirates?”

“Yes,” you offered, your eyes peeking curiously at the large animal behind them.

The two shot each other a look before stepping aside to reveal a very large, apprehensive-looking bear.

“Oh,” the white animal looked embarassed at the sudden spotlight, seeming as if he wanted to shrink.

"You seem like you're interested in Bepo," Shachi eagerly said. Was he attempting to make you more comfortable?

You could only nod, eyes still wide in fascination.

"Must be nice to be you, Bepo," Penguin sighed.

"So you already knew Law?" Bepo clutched his paws together, still a little shy from the attention.

"We grew up together, but then he killed the young master's brother. I can't believe the idiot is even alive," you scoffed, folding your arms.

The day Law left the family, Doffy was furious. The betrayal of Law, the death of Corazon added pounds to his stress. The entire family was walking on eggshells for an entire week.

You were shuddering in memory of that time, entirely lost in your thoughts as you missed the trio before you exchanging complicated, wordless thoughts.

"Oh sorry, no offense." You looked to them, catching a quick glimpse of confusion on Shachi's face before he quickly wiped it away.

"None taken," he hurriedly took a step back. "We have to finish reporting to the Captain, but hopefully we'll see you." He flashed a smile, as an invitation for you to find him later.

"Sure, I don't think I'll be getting off this thing anytime soon anyways." You mumbled, watching their silhouettes disappear through the doors, quietness settling over yourself once more.

Just down the hall, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo hurriedly stepped to find Law.

"What the hell was that?" Shachi hissed, "did you hear what she said?"

"Lovely lady, yeah, but maybe hit her head too hard." Penguin agreed.

"Something's not right, let's find Law and we can sort this out." Bepo suggested, although knowing that was exactly what they were going.

After growing up together, Bepo liked to think that his brothers had adopted very similar thoughts as him.

The three burst through the doors of Law's office:

"Definitely weird--"

"Very strange woman--"

"Thinks you killed Cora!" Bepo finished, hurriedly.

Caught writing mid-sentence, DEATH pushed the edge of the desk.

The chair fell to the ground with a clatter, Law hardly caring, his eyes narrowed at the news he had just received, his blood thrumming in his ears.

His thoughts flew together within seconds, his tongue suddenly dry and foreign in his mouth.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

wow.... i cant believe they were abandoned and Luffy collected them like treasures.....

the rest of the strawhats/friends that were gonna be in this post but i decided against it

This is now a print on my store!!

Not all of them were abandoned by individual people like family members and their community, but the government. Specifically Franky and Law.

Vivi was gonna be in there too but i couldnt,,,, really,,,,, fit her in there.

[huyandere]

asking real questions

[themetalhiro]

Awkward.

[midydoof]

Bepo's smile > optimal buoyancy of the Polar Tang

This is kind of a part 2 of a comic I did ...oh god 9 years ago

The hearts pirates are fine they are just back at the animal park they all got their hats at having fun they are fine

[minniiaa]

I think Law’s time in Wano (and in the entire alliance tbh) would have been much less stressful if he just looked at Luffy and said “Go forth and cause chaos my annoying, rubbery, demonic, little shit!” instead of constantly being angry he ruined his plans.

Because let’s be honest it only takes one look at this guy in serious Luffy mode to know he’s going to fuck enemies up without consent.

[marduksstuff]

✮⋆˙

[yellowistheraddest]

conform to their stupidity my boy...

[dykealloy]

what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc

[kumeramen]

They're having book discussion~

[littlewanibites]

Dog Park

[sanjiyue]

law; misguided loyalty 2

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doflamingo family!reader x law, angst

As a member of the Doflamingo family, you embark on a perilous mission to secure a supposed cure for disease, fervently believing in your dedication to Doflamingo.

Little do you know that Law, is also out seeking control of the cure.

When your paths cross in the New World, tensions arise as Law, aware of the dangers involved with the underground boss, tries to convey the truth about the misleading mission.

Will the ties to the Doflamingo family shatter, allowing both Law and you to find a new understanding, or will the echoes of the past prove too powerful to overcome? Explores the complexities of allegiance, trust, and the consequences of leaving behind a life bound by shadows.

[1.2k wc]

If it wasn’t the heat driving you mad, maybe it was the animals that had grown ten times in size due to the effects of the century fruit.

You had already shed your outer coat, the scrunched fabric just barely showing the Doflamingo's jolly roger.

The sun was just starting its descent from its palace in the heavens, casting orange hues over the viridian scape.

Of all the places it could have appeared, it just had to be a jungle island, teeming with bloodthirsty creatures and hostility.

You annoyingly cut your way through another enlarged python, the halves tearing apart before you, poison hit the ground with a light hiss.

There never seemed to be an end to the slaughter, and you were certain this was the worst way to go about it.

Taking a deep breath, you willed your heartbeat to slow, fluttering your eyelids shut.

The sounds of the jungle dulled in the back, as you extended your perceptual reach.

You could sense a pinpoint of energy just beyond you, something spherical that swirled with a symphony of cords.

It had to be what you were searching for.

You pushed past the fallen serpent, towards the lulling.

A few minutes later, you could feel the air practically electric, humming with the sensation of this century fruit.

It dangled preciously in a tree before you, unassuming and plain.

There was the item to your family’s success. Beyond that, it would be paramount to your success, your achievement.

Securing the century fruit meant cementing your position within the family. With this accomplishment, nobody would ever be able to say anything about you.

You reached for the fruit and--

A crackle of vivacity sang through the air, you whipped your head back to the direction it came from.

There was a subtle shift in the air, the faintest echo of a footstep, and a presence that made your stomach churn.

There was no doubt about it, there was someone else on this island.

You took another step towards the dangled fruit, the leaves quietly shifting underneath.

The spark in the air shifted into curiosity, reaching out to you. The ethereal current of haki rumbled over you.

Whoever it was on the island, whoever you hoped it wasn't, had sensed you.

Your fingers reached for the cooler touch of your sword.

The jungle was once again quiet, as if hushed in reverence.

The brush gently parted its way to reveal a figure bathed in the soft glow of the amber sunlight.

You saw his slender, tattooed fingers first, wrapped tightly around a long black sword.

He moved with palpable confidence, his dark shirt fluttering slightly in the breeze that hit like a held breath.

Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, scanned his surroundings carefully, a testament to his acute perception.

Strands of black hair fell across his face, partially veiling the contemplative expression that played on his features.

Finally, you caught his golden eyes as they moved from the ground to sweeping over you, almost luminescent as they caught the setting sun within them.

A breath caught in your throat.

His mouth fell slightly open in surprise. Law thought he recognized the faint haki surrounding nature the moment he pushed into the darker jungle.

It was a thought he had abandoned without much thought-- he had buried you deep in his memories with fervor and guilt, one peek could unravel him whole.

His eyes focused, drinking in the sight as if it was his first time, narrowing at the Doflamingo-looking transponder snail strapped to you.

"You want to take the century fruit back to Joker," he started, "is that right?"

You didn't move, your fingers still resting on the scabbard of your sword.

"Not going to happen." He frowned.

"Back off, Law, you don't know what this fruit means for my family," you shot back.

He furrowed his brow in response. Just like he had expected, the family had a death grip on your shoulder, he could almost sense the smiling Doflamingo.

You drew your sword, stretching out your free hand towards him.

The latent energy in the air pricked up, attending to your will. Small smokes of steam reflected smaller rainbows through the slicing sunlight, and it rushed at Law.

"Room," Law produced an unfamiliar blue sphere as his fingers spun in the air. He sliced at the steam with no avail.

How could he slice air?

He stumbled back as he felt a striking in his eyes. His vision clouded, the Surgeon of Death teleported away.

Law stumbled a few feet back, palming his eyes. As his vision slowly grew clearer, he was met with a strange sight.

Instead of on the island, he was back in dreaded Dressrosa palace. He grabbed at a table to steady himself, finding that his fingers would pass right through.

Right. That made him feel a little better.

He ran down the corridor until he reached a room. Passing through the doors, he almost choked at the sight before him, unready and uneasy.

The air suddenly seemed to thicken with a weight only he could feel.

His eyes focused.

Two little children, huddled in the corner of the dark room, whispering amongst themselves.

It was you, looking exactly like he had left you all those years ago. And...himself, comforting your sobbing figure.

The sight of you on the floor, those days of vulnerable innocence, and the remnants of childhood unlocked a cascade of emotions that had been carefully tucked away by Law.

Like a Pandora's Box, he could hardly control the parts of him that demanded acknowledgement and healing.

Law took a small step closer, full panic.

"I wanna go with you," you wailed. "Doffy is scary and I wanna leave with you and Cora," your words were barely understandable through the thick, rolling tears.

Law's breath hitched and he drew a hand through his hair, anxiously.

He could only watch as his young self awkwardly fumbled with the small mess before him. He could hardly believe it.

The scene at which he promised to return for you gnawed at him inside, turning his stomach into tatters. His heart jumped into his throat.

"That's enough."

A sharp voice rang against the dampened sounds in the room, and all faded away gently. The muted scene bled away and slowly turned into hues of orange and green.

The lushness of the jungle reminded Law where he truly was.

You bit your lip fiercely, the century fruit growing warm in your hands as you watched Law recognize his surroundings.

Law's breathing leveled out, and he took a step towards you. "I'm sorry I didn't come back for you."

Confusion flit across your expression, one that Law did not miss. "What are you talking about?" You asked, incredulously.

It didn't matter what this psycho was rambling about. You pulled out your transponder snail.

"Doffy?"

A quick reply came. His voice curled in sweetness as he said your name back.

"I'm done! Come pick me up." You lifted an eyebrow at the Law still struggling to understand, lost in the mire of his own feelings and reality.

"Vergo is closest to you, I'll let him know."

The snail hung up with a quick clack.

You smiled sweetly down at Law Trafalgar, "it'll be nice to have a gift to bring Doffy!"

Your excitedness was spilling over the edge. You could hardly contain yourself.

"Room."

Not so fast, you grabbed onto his arm before he could slip away. At the last second, his gaze met yours, and he smiled a little.

His other hand latched onto your arm, digging slightly into your skin. "Guess we'll both go, then."

Jerking back your body, your hand flew to your sword.

The lull of jungle faded into a low hum, dirt into wood, and the setting sunset into bright overhead lights.

"Captain!!"

Before you could strike, your whole body felt heavier, and you staggered to your knees.

A pair of gray handcuffs snapped around your wrists as you held yourself up with your arms, leaning over the floor, feeling sick.

You heard Law take a fast impact, and falling to the ground beneath you.

"Bepo stop, do you want to crush him?" An exasperated voice followed.

"Huh? Who's this?"

You couldn't bring your eyes off the floor. Overconfident with your own devil fruit powers, you had neglected considering Law's.

The century fruit's heat reminded you of its presence. At last resort, at least you could eat it, to save it from Law's hands.

[aqueductaquarii]

egghead law...on one hand i think he would choose battle-ready clothing but also end up pressing the hawaiian shirt button at the last second. on the other hand i think he would wear a shaka-esque coat...

[huyandere]

HAPPY ONE PIECE DAY!⚓

[themetalhiro]

I always have a load of fun with rare pair commissions! Here’s some recent ones. Thank you guys as always 🫶

( 1-3: N/A 4: @fallensnowfan 5: @boneparrot )

[cup-o-stars]

Oh boy, actual line art.

(I'm still figuring out how I like drawing Law, tbh. Jury's still out on whether or not he was trying to be nice here)