#trafalgar law x reader

[inseobts]

can you please write one of law and the reader is very quiet but as time goes by she and feels comfortable with him, she starts to open up....maybe later catches feelings for law

Echoes in Silence

law × reader

a/n: tried to make it cute af lmao

words count: 2.1k

tags: introvert reader, law being law, soft, sfw

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Polar Tang is quiet, the way you like it. Or maybe the way you need it to be. The hum of machinery and the distant slosh of water against the hull are the only sounds that fill the narrow corridor. You sit with your knees pulled up in a corner of the hallway outside the medbay, half in shadow, half in thought.

You hear him before you see him. Light footsteps. The brush of a coat hem against the floor.

Law stops a few feet away. Doesn’t say anything.

You look up.

He looks down at you, then glances at the closed medbay door “Why aren’t you inside?”

You shrug.

He doesn’t push. He never does.

“You can come in. I’m just organizing.”

You stand without a word and follow him inside.

The room smells faintly of antiseptic and paper. He moves efficiently, always with purpose. You sit on the low bench by the cabinet, folding your hands in your lap.

“Too loud in the mess?” he asks after a while.

You nod.

Law glances over his shoulder, his voice quieter now “You don’t talk much.”

You meet his eyes for a beat, then murmur, “Neither do you.”

A pause.

“Fair.”

He finishes arranging some vials, then leans against the counter across from you. He doesn’t fill the silence, and that is what makes you speak again.

“I like it here” you say. Your voice is soft, unsure.

“I know” he says “You sit in the same spot every time.”

Your lips twitch. The closest thing to a smile you’ve had all day.

He notices.

Over the next few days, it happens without planning.

You’re there again. Quiet. Reading. Watching. Thinking.

Law says nothing when you show up. Just gestures toward the corner, or leaves a cup of tea on the table near you. Some nights, he asks about what you’re reading. Other nights, you ask what he’s writing in that notebook he guards like a secret.

You don’t expect him to answer. But he does.

“Patient notes” he says one evening.

“About me?” you ask.

He glances at you “Would you be flattered or offended?”

You think “Depends on what you wrote.”

He gives the faintest smirk.

One night, it’s late. You’re sitting in your usual spot, legs crossed, head against the wall.

Law sets down his pen “You’re less quiet lately.”

You lower your gaze “I didn’t notice.”

“I did.”

You let the silence stretch.

Then “Does that bother you?”

He shakes his head “No.”

You look at him. Really look this time.

He’s quiet, like you. But in his silence, there’s space. Not pressure. Not judgment.

Just… presence.

You don’t say anything else. But you stay a little longer than usual. And so does he.

The next time it happens, it’s accidental.

You’re in the storage room, checking inventory for the kitchen. You hear the door click shut behind you, then feel his presence before he speaks.

Law leans against the shelves “Did Penguin guilt you into helping?”

You glance over “He bribed me with some sweets.”

He lets out a small breath, almost a laugh “Figures.”

You go back to counting jars.

“You missed medbay last night” he says casually.

You pause.

“You noticed?”

He shrugs “Hard not to.”

You glance up at him again, unsure if he’s teasing. He’s not. Law’s face is unreadable, but not closed off.

“I was tired,” you say “Just wanted quiet.”

“You could’ve come anyway.”

You stare at the row of labels, letting the silence hold the weight of his words.

“I didn’t think… you’d notice I wasn’t there.”

“I did.”

You don’t answer. Not with words. But something shifts in your chest, small, but definite.

Two nights later, you’re back in the medbay.

Law’s at his desk, writing in that same black notebook. You sit across from him this time, not off in your usual corner. He doesn’t comment.

You watch his hand as he writes, neat, controlled script. Everything about him is precise. Sharp.

“What are you writing now?” you ask.

He pauses.

Then slides the notebook your way.

You blink “You don’t usually—”

“It’s not classified” he says.

You read it. Notes on medicine. Anatomy. A sketch of a spinal structure. It’s dense, but fascinating.

“You have good handwriting” you say before you can stop yourself.

Law glances at you “You’re the first person to say that.”

“It’s easy to read.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You smirk, just a little “You know I read more than I talk.”

“Then maybe I should start writing you notes instead.”

You don’t expect that. And judging by his own slight shift, he didn’t either.

The room goes still. Not tense. Not awkward.

Just still and warm.

Later that night, as you walk back to your room, you catch yourself smiling.

It’s quiet in the halls again. But not the same kind of quiet.

It’s not empty anymore.

The next time Law finds you, you’re on the observation deck, tucked against the glass where the sea slips by in shades of green and blue. You’re holding a book, but not really reading. Just staring out. Thinking.

He doesn’t say anything right away. Just steps in and sits beside you, mirroring your posture, shoulders slightly forward, hands resting on his knees.

You don’t look at him. You don’t have to.

“You come here a lot?” he asks after a long pause.

“Only when it’s calm.”

Law hums “You like the ocean?”

You nod “It doesn’t talk.”

He glances sideways “Like you.”

You smile without showing teeth “You keep saying that, but I talk more around you than anyone else.”

He raises a brow “That’s saying something.”

“I know.”

Silence again. But it’s… companionable.

You tilt your head against the glass “I didn’t think we’d get along, you know.”

“Why?”

“You’re quiet. I’m quiet. I thought it’d be… awkward. Too much silence.”

“And?”

You glance at him. His eyes are half-lidded, watching the ocean like it’s revealing secrets only he understands.

“It’s not awkward” you say.

“No,” he agrees, voice low “It’s not.”

Another day. Another quiet room. You’re in the medbay again, this time sitting in his chair while he leans against the desk nearby, arms crossed.

“You’re comfortable here now” he says, not really asking.

You nod “It feels… safe.”

Law looks at you a moment, unreadable. Then “You feel safe with me?”

You meet his gaze.

“I do.”

He doesn’t look away.

“Good” he says quietly.

Your chest flutters, sharp and unexpected.

“You don’t mind?” you ask “That I stay?”

He exhales, slow “I mind when you don’t.”

It’s the closest thing to vulnerable you’ve ever heard from him.

You don’t answer. Just reach across the desk and nudge one of his notebooks, fingers brushing the edge.

“Teach me something.”

He lifts a brow “Now you want to talk?”

You smile softly “Only if it’s with you.”

For a second, the corner of his mouth twitches, just barely but it’s there and you don’t miss it.

It starts happening more often now, these moments where it’s just the two of you.

He doesn’t ask why you’re always around. You don’t ask why he never tells you to leave.

Tonight, you’re both sitting on the floor of the medbay. He’s leaned back against the cabinet, legs stretched out. You’re across from him, sitting cross-legged, a small anatomy guide in your hands.

You trace a diagram with your finger “Do you ever forget things?” you ask.

Law lifts his eyes from the chart he’s sketching “Details?”

You nod.

“Sometimes,” he admits “But not often.”

You study his face “You don’t seem like the type to forget anything.”

“I remember what matters.”

You pause, lowering your voice “And what matters?”

There’s a flicker in his gaze.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just holds your eyes.

“You do.”

The air shifts. Quiet stretches between you like thread, thin, trembling, real.

You open your mouth to speak, but the door creaks. Shachi pokes his head in.

“Oh sorry, Captain. Didn’t know you were busy.”

Law’s voice is even “I’m not. What is it?”

Shachi hesitates. Glances at you, then back at Law “We were gonna run maintenance checks. Just checking if you needed anything.”

“No,” Law says, already half-turning back toward you “I’m good.”

“Right. Sorry.”

The door closes again.

You’re still quiet, but your eyes are on Law.

He sighs through his nose “They think something’s going on.”

You tilt your head “Is something going on?”

He looks at you. Not cold. Not guarded. Just… steady.

“I don’t know yet,” he says “But I don’t mind the idea.”

Your heart stumbles.

“I thought we were just… quiet together” you say, softly.

Law leans in a little, elbows on his knees “We are. But it’s never felt empty, has it?”

You shake your head “No.”

“Exactly.”

For a while, you both just sit there. Breathing in the same silence. Feeling how close it’s becoming.

Eventually, he glances at the clock “You should rest.”

You stand, slow, reluctant “Will you still be here in the morning?”

His voice is softer than usual “Yeah.”

You smile at him, the first one tonight.

“Good,” you whisper “I sleep easier when I know that.”

You’re sitting in the mess hall, rare for you. But it’s late, and the quiet is comforting. A mug of tea warms your hands while your book rests open on the table. You’re not reading, just letting your thoughts drift.

Penguin walks by, stops when he sees you.

“Well, hey,” he says, friendly grin on his face “Didn’t expect you out here.”

You glance up “Couldn’t sleep.”

He plops down on the bench beside you, a little too close but not enough to make you uncomfortable “Yeah? Same here. I usually find Shachi and mess with him ‘til he throws something, but this works too.”

You huff a quiet laugh.

He leans a little, peering at the title of your book “That the one you’re always reading?”

You nod “Third time.”

Penguin stretches his arms with a low groan “Guess it’s a comfort thing, huh?”

You smile faintly “I like the ending.”

Then—“Y/n.”

You both look up.

Law stands in the doorway. Calm. Still. But his eyes are sharp.

Penguin straightens a little “Hey, Captain. You need something?”

Law’s gaze moves to you “I need you in the medbay.”

You blink “Now?”

“Yes. Now.”

There’s a pause. Penguin scratches the back of his neck “Everything alright?”

Law’s eyes don’t leave yours “It will be.”

You close your book and stand quietly, brushing past Penguin. As you walk beside Law down the hall, you glance up at him.

“…There’s no emergency, is there?”

“No.”

You slow your steps “Then why—”

“I didn’t like how close he was.”

You stop walking.

Law stops too.

Your chest tightens “Penguin?”

His voice is flat. But not cold “He’s loud. He doesn’t notice how quiet you get when you’re uncomfortable.”

You look at him carefully “You were watching?”

He meets your eyes “I always watch you.”

You stay quiet. The silence feels different now, electric.

“You’re jealous” you say softly.

He doesn’t flinch “Maybe.”

Your heart is pounding “You didn’t have to make up an excuse.”

“I didn’t.”

You raise a brow.

He steps closer “I do want you in the medbay.”

“Why?”

His voice lowers just slightly “Because I like having you there.”

You breathe in slow. Then “You could’ve just said that.”

Law gives you the smallest, smallest smirk “I’m saying it now.”

And this time, it’s you who starts walking first, back toward that quiet room that’s started to feel like it belongs to the both of you.

The medbay is quiet, warm with the faint scent of paper and tea.

You sit on the bench beside Law, shoulder to shoulder, a single book balanced between you. You’re both reading, each on your own side of the page, turning it together in near-perfect rhythm.

You don’t talk.

You never really have to.

His arm rests beside yours, close. Steady.

Your fingers shift as you adjust your hold on the book.

His do too.

Your pinkies brush.

Neither of you moves away.

You pretend to keep reading. So does he.

But his hand shifts again, slow, barely there, until his fingers gently, tentatively, find yours. A light touch. Testing.

You let him.

More than that, you curl your pinky around his, your thumb brushing softly against his hand.

The silence stretches, thick but easy.

And then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, Law turns the next page with one hand, and laces the other fully with yours.

He doesn’t look at you. You don’t look at him. But your hands stay like that. Warm. Steady. Connected.

You keep reading together.

No words. No glances. Just two quiet souls, finally finding comfort in the space between them.

[traflawgar]

law x very strong but clumsy reader? like shes clumsy and on top of that jumps into action because shes strong and thinks she can handle everything but still gets hurt sometimes? fluff if u can❣️

Law x reader. Fluff.

TAGS: mentions of wounds.

divider by @/uzmacchiato.

NOTES—hope this is what you wanted!

Law thinks, no—knows you’ll be the death of him.

Every time you run into battle without a plan, or rush into a fight with not one, not two, but three enemies, it pushes him one step closer to death. He’s sure of it. Don’t even get him started on your attempts to cook for the crew, which often end up with you somehow nicking your finger with a butcher's knife.

Even now, as he lectures you about safety and paying attention to your surroundings, he can tell you’ll end up in the infirmary again for him to patch up the wounds. There’s a fight on the beach, and your eyes flick between it and him. All but vibrating in your place, you nod along to his words. Itching for a fight, not listening.

“Sure thing, Captain.” Comes the boisterous reply as you leap over the railing of the Polar Tang and onto the sand.

Law draws a slow, exasperated breath, and follows suit.

He follows closely, always one step behind and ready to swoop in and help if things get ugly. His eyes do a dance that earns him the anger of his opponent, constantly torn between his attacks and your own fight.

“Think you’re so much better,” the man bellows as his sword comes down, Law barely manages to dodge it, “that you don’t need to look while you fight me?” The choleric, crazed look in his eyes warns him of the recklessness of the man. And still he can’t help turning towards you.

You’ll be the death of him. Without a doubt.

Just as he predicted, you end up in the infirmary. Again.

This time there’s a gash on your shoulder that extends to just above your heart. The way Law is looking at it, you’d think you were on your deathbed. You probably would be, had Law not been so focused on your fight. The second the steel bit into your skin, he was next to you and charging against your opponent. He fought decisively, brutally.

Luckily, and you were often blessed by luck, the fight was soon over. One second, you were sitting on the dirt, dust settling as the storm passed—the next you were surrounded by the sterile walls of the infirmary, thin mattress under you.

“Did you… Did you leave something on the bed just so you could shambles me here?” Law doesn’t dignify your question with an answer, too preoccupied with his medical supplies to hear you. Or notice the indignant pout on your lips. “I’m not a child, you know?” You go on, aware that he’s actively ignoring what you say now. “It’s not like I always end up getting hurt.”

That gets you acknowledged. A skeptically arched eyebrow, but still a reaction.

In spite of the reprimand you’re sure will come sooner or later, Law is always gentle in tending to your wounds. He carefully removes the T-shirt you were wearing, barely shreds and tatters now, so he can get a better look at your wound. Slow, gentle fingers dab around the torn skin. The soft press of the cloth leaves droplets of warm water on your skin, trickling down and getting lost under your bra.

You scoot away when Law puts the cloth down and brings out thread and needle. The fabric of the sheets feels rough in your fingers as you grip it in preparation of what’s to come. Suddenly, the stains on the wall—yellowing betraying the passing of time since the Tang saw its first sunrise—seem awfully interesting.

“That’s what you get for being careless,” Law scolds you when the puncturing of the needle pulls a hiss out of you. Still, his expression softens and he makes sure to be mindful with his touch. The remaining stitches are clean, swift. Before you know it, he’s giving the final stitch and closing the wound for good.

“Ready for battle, ey?”

Law lets out a long, suffering sigh and mutters, “You’ll be the death of me.”

The grave look in his eyes almost makes you not want to tease him. Almost.

“Oh, please, you love me.” You flash him a smile, toothy and bright.

There’s no real meaning behind your words. Nothing more than a taunt. Law knows this, and has come to accept it with time. Yet he’s instantly turning around to conceal the light blush spreading through his face. He busies himself with cleaning and putting away his surgical supplies as he tells you to “don’t do that again.”

You'll be the death of him, in more ways than one.

[mwahgo]

LOSER VIRGIN

— Trafalgar Law x Crewmate!Reader

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

Summary: Law is a loser virgin and this is first time seeing a woman naked.

Word count: 2,914 words

Tags: P in V, unprotected sex, virgin!Law, fingering, mentions of masturbation, breasts fondling, examination table sex, begging, gynecology check ups

Mwahgo's notes: I read this one tumblr post where i think they head cannon law is a loser virgin and I agree :33 that man is a pathetic virgin. Also, feel free to point out stuff because most of the medical terms i used here are either from google or my own experience so if it’s wrong, please point it out so i can edit it :3 requests are closed for now since I wanna work on my own fics!

Shachi stepped out of the medical bay of the Polar Tang, knees shaking and he looked like he’s about to pass out, “So, how did it go this time?” Penguin asked, grinning smugly.

“I-It was worse.. ugh, Captain didn't have to be that harsh,” His knees buckled as he fell to the floor before Penguin started laughing at him.

“I told you, man, you shouldn't have ate that bag of sweets,” Penguin snickered, putting his hands behind his head.

“Oh but it was so delicious though!” Shachi whined as he plopped on the floor, defeated while Penguin giggled at his devastated reaction.

The Heart Pirates are currently having their monthly check up performed by their own captain and doctor, Trafalgar Law. And as a strict doctor, he recommends his crew to stay in shape and be healthy to being able to fight well and not catch the sickness easily. Law is a meticulous doctor, he gets into detail on what’s wrong with you and what you should do about it, so if he spots something unusual, it’s best to tell the truth than him forcing to use his devil fruit on you.

Speaking of being meticulous, Law does every medical examination under the sun, from general check up to getting your blood samples. He just wants what’s best for his crew, even if it takes too many steps further. He does accepts refusals if the crew doesn’t feel uncomfortable doing certain check ups, he doesn’t want to lose the trust from them so he respects their privacy.

As Penguin, Shachi and Bepo talked among themselves, you stepped in the hallway—yawning heavily before spotting the crew next to the medical bay, “What’s going on?” You asked with genuine confusion.

They three of them turned to you and greeted, “Oh hey (Y/N)! You’re just in time. Captain is having us our monthly check up,” Bepo smiled.

It took you a couple of minutes to understand the situation—since you obviously looked like you just woke up from a nap, you let out a small “ah..” before sitting next to Bepo, “Well, looks like I don’t have any other choice.. I don’t want the Captain to haunt me in my sleep,” You joked, making them chuckle.

“How come you never heard about the check up? Captain usually announces that prior,” Shachi wondered.

You shrugged your shoulders, but before you answer, Law steps out the medical bay—clipboard in hand, “Penguin, you’re next,” He called as he looked up from the clipboard, “Oh (Y/N), you’re supposed to be here 30 minutes ago,” He glared, crossing his arms.

You sweatdropped from the intense glare as Shachi and Penguin snickered at you, “H-Hehe… Sorry Captain, must’ve forgotten the memo,” You scratched your head in shame.

Law just sighed, “Doesn’t matter, you’re here,” He said, “Penguin,” He called strictly before heading back inside with Penguin following behind him.

“Well, me and Shachi are going now, (Y/N). Law asked us to do something around the storage room,” Bepo stood up from the bench and Shachi rose from the floor.

You pouted, the thought of being left alone as you wait for your turn for the check up. Shachi and Bepo just looked at you with sympathy as theybid their goodbyes to you before leaving. You sighed sadly as you swing your legs in boredom, waiting for Penguin to come out and to be called for your turn.

Penguin finally got out of the medical bay with a bottle of medicine in hand as Law stood behind him, “Remember to take that every 5 hours, you can start later at lunch,” He instructed.

Penguin saluted playfully, “Aye, sir!”

Law just sighed as he turned his attention to you, “(Y/N), it’s your turn,” He ordered as Penguin left and you entered the medical bay.

The medical bay was quite large, with two examination beds in the center, machinery placed on the corner and some medical supplies placed in their own storage. You sat down on one of the examination beds as Law flips through your charts, “Have you been feeling sick lately?” Straightly, he asked.

You shook your head no, “Taking any medicines?” You shook your head no again.

“Any allergies?”

You shook your head.

“Is anyone in your family has some sort of sickness that can be passed down?”

You shook your head.

Law checks the boxes off your chart, showing that your completely healthy as he moves to some of the medical equipments on the table, “Alright, we’re gonna start your physical exam,”

Law grabs the stethoscope from the metal table and as he turns around, his eyes widened when he sees you zipping off the top part of your white overalls.

His cheeks blushed as he turned away immediately, “Y-You don't wear a shirt underneath that?” He stuttered.

You looked at him confusedly as you looked down to your sports bra covering your chest, “Oh! It’s because it’s too hot in this uniform and this is much more comfier,” You answered

The doctor just sighed as he puts in the earpieces on and placed the diaphragm on your chest. Quietly, he listens to your heartbeat—monitoring it as his golden eyes wandered downwards, ogling at your cleavage. Law wasn’t an open book to easily read, he tries to be as professional as possible but the sight of your plump breasts peaking through your sports bar, it made Law’s demeanor crumble. His cheeks blushed as he lost focus on listening your heartbeat.

“Captain, everything alright?” You asked.

He jumped slightly when you called him as he immediately pulled away the diaphragm away from your chest, “Normal heartbeat,” he said flatly.

You furrowed your eyebrows in Law’s sudden unusual behavior as the check up continues. Your captain checked your blood pressure, breathing patterns and tested your reflexes. After the exam, he busied himself checking some things of your chart—most of the test you came out either fine or negative so there’s nothing wrong with your health.

Law came back with your chart as you waited patiently for his results, “Well, all of your tests came out, no abnormalities or problems,” He flips through the clipboard, “So, obviously, you’re healthy, (Y/N),” He announced.

You smiled brightly, “That’s great to hear, Captain! Thanks,” Law dismissed you for today as you got off the examination table and left the medical bay.

The moment the door closed behind you, Law let out a sigh of relief as he glanced down at the raging boner through his jeans. Throughout the whole check up, he tried his best to hide the obvious tent between his legs, he tried his best to not stare at your at your chest but his thoughts yells at him, begging him to grab a handful of your soft breasts, how it feels in his rough palms.

Law knew to himself that he’s still a virgin—being focused on studying and travelling as a pirate, Law doesn’t have time to mingle around with women, he doesn’t reciprocate the flirting that some women give him and he gives off a very intimidating vibe. But back in his study room, he would often blush like a school girl over illustrations of breasts in an anatomy books or his cock would harden as he reads about the clitoris. Every night, after a few study sessions, he would masturbate at the images of a naked woman in those books. Law is not stupid, he knew to himself he’s a virgin who wanted to see a woman naked.

You, on the other hand, you giggled to yourself as you left the medical bay. Law may not be an open book to easily read, but his body gives hints of his sexual frustration. The obvious boner in his pants almost made you want to call him out, but you didn’t want to embarrass the captain like that. His red face almost made you smirk triumphantly, his walls crumbling just from the sight of cleavage and every bite of his lips made you want to tease him more. Law is a reserved man, but his body craves something more.

The next month, Law announced to the crew that there will be another monthly check up and ordered everyone to meet him up in the medical bay. As the others conversed to themselves about some recently changes they’ve been noticing, you have a bit of concern you want to address to Law regarding your health. After the crew had their breakfast, they split into groups—some went around the ship to do their assigned chores, some went to the control to manage navigation and the crew members who have nothing much to do, they went to the medical bay to meet up with Law for the check up. You were one of those people as you arrived to the medical bay, you saw Law talking to Jean Bart.

As the big man left, Law’s eyes met with yours as it widens and his cheeks blushed, “Come in, (Y/N),” He said, entering the medical bay with you following behind him.

Law started the check up with the usual stuff—checking your blood pressure, testing your reflexes and checking your heartbeat again. He examined your body for any abnormalities or bumps and so far you were doing good. As Law was checking your chart, you spoke up, “Uhm, Captain.. Can we do another check up?”

Law didn’t bother to glance but he was listening, “What is it?”

You fell silent for a moment, choosing the right words to ask him, “Uhm.. C-Can you do a check up for my.. private parts?” You stammered.

His breath hitched when you mentioned you wanted a check up for your reproductive organ. He never did that examination before since most of his crew members are male and they don't really mention a more detailed examination on them.

“I mean it's okay if you can't do it! It's just that I would sometimes get that check up—” Law cuts you off.

“N-No, it's fine. You’re concerned with your health so I’m here to assure you that you’re healthy,” He insisted.

Law instructed her (he tried his best) to take off her uniform and her undergarments and told her to lay down on the examination table. As Law turned around to start the check up, he saw your naked body laying on the table as his breath gasped. He felt his cock harden in his pants but he tries to hide his arousal and focus on the current task in hand. He approached your relax body and sighed, mentally preparing himself as his hands reached out and grabbed your breasts.

Suddenly, you let out a small whimper and Law jumped back, “What the hell? Are you okay?” He asked.

“O-Oh I’m sorry, you could’ve warned me that you’re going to start,” You said as Law sighed.

He continued the examination on your breasts—his hands feeling the soft flesh, looking around for some lumps or abnormalities while he lowkey enjoys being able to fondle your breasts. Then, his hands lingers downwards to your stomach, pressing it down to feel around for some lumps as well. His tattooed hands now descended between your spread legs as Law breathe shakes, his body buzzing in adrenaline and his eyes admired your cute pussy. He had only seen these on medical books and now he gets to touch them in person. He gulped nervously as his fingers grazed on your labia and your clit, inspecting if there are any signs of deformity. Every slide of his fingers on your labia makes your hips thrust up which made Law weak, thinking if this is your reaction if he fucks you hard.

His hand pulls away from your pussy as he grabs the lube and coated his two fingers, “… Are you a virgin, (Y/N)?” Law asked.

You shook your head, “N-No…” You answered.

Law hit a pang of jealously, knowing that you had someone before him but he disregards that idea as he went back to your spread legs, “I’m gonna need you to breath steady here, it might feel uncomfortable,” Law assured.

You nodded as he slowly inserts his lubed fingers in your pussy. Your lips let out small whimpers as Law almost moan at the feeling of your spongey walls engulfing his fingers, his breath hitches at the sight of his fingers inside you. He blinked back to reality—almost forgetting he’s on a medical check up right now as his other hand pressed down your abdomen so that he can easily feel around inside you. You took deep breathes as Law continues to press his fingers inside your pussy, feeling your around your vagina for any thing unusual but your small moans took away his attention as he glanced up to see your expression—your eyes closed and your brows furrowed as you try to suck in your moans, but Law’s fingers feels so good.

The doctor gulped as he pulled his fingers back before sliding them back inside as you let out your moans of pleasure, “Fuck.. Feels good, yeah?” He asked as the hand on your abdomen moved to your hips, caressing the soft skin.

You nodded as Law slowly fingers your pussy, “Yeah… Feels really good,” You whimpered, “Law.. Please, I want you,”

His golden eyes widened, “Wh-What?” He stuttered.

“I want you to fuck me, p-please. I know you’ve been wanting this, baby..” You bit your lip as your hips thrusts back on his fingers.

Law paused for a moment, radically thinking about the situation. Sure, he wanted to see a woman naked but it was all a fantasy of his, he didn’t expect it to make it this far. You were already willing—begging him almost to fuck your needy pussy and Law couldn’t refuse because he didn’t want you to feel betrayed.

Law nodded as he pulled out his fingers—you whined in the emptiness before he unbuckles his pants and pulling his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. You bit your lip at his size as your foot rubbed his sensitive cock, making him groan, “You must’ve been desperate, right Law?” You smirked.

He growled in annoyance as he coated his cock with some lube before positioning it on your pussy. You gasped as his cock penetrated your pussy and Law bit his lip—sucking in his groans as he feels the sensation of your pussy wrapped around his cock. He looks down and his knees almost passed out when he sees his cock buried deep inside you, creating a slight bulge on your abdomen, “H-Holy shit… Feels so good,” He whimpered.

You let out a small giggle as your hips grinded on his cock, “Please.. F-Fuck me Law, hurryyy,” You begged.

Hearing your pleas, he nodded and retract his hips back—leaving the tip of his cock inside before plunging in back as you both moaned in pleasure. He picks up the pace wanting to reach into you deeper, fucking you hard on the examination table. His hands grabbed your legs and hooked them on his arms, making his cock go into you deeper as you moaned loudly, “Oh fuck Law! It feels so good!”

Law panted heavily, “Y-Yeah, I’ll make sure to… fuck you real good,” He whimpered as his pace quickens.

The examination table starts to shake as Law took an aggressive pace, your skins slapping against each other as the sound echoes inside the medical bay along with your moans and his deep grunts. Law glanced down at your reddened lips as he leans down and kissed your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise but time went on and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer while he maintains his pace.

You pull away from the kiss, “O-Oh Law, I f-feel something!” You moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”

Law pushed himself up with his hands as he felt the tight knot in his stomach, “Fuck, (Y/N). I’m g-gonna cum too..” He groaned, “Can you cum with me, p-please?”

You almost laughed at his pleas as you nodded before you felt your orgasm hit you. You throw your head back as your moans escaped your lips and Law quickens his pace before cumming inside of you, his deep groans mixed with yours. His hips stuttered as his body plopped on top of your sweaty body as you both panted.

“Damn… I didn’t know.. you had it in you,” You teased your captain.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, too tired to argue, “Yeah well… this is the wrong time to say this but.. I kinda like you for a while,” He blushed, “… And I’ve been wanting to do this with you,”

Your eyes widened at his confession as you started giggling, “Well.. At least, we can do it all the time now,”

Law snickered as he leaned down and kissed you passionately—with you wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him back.

[oatmealmika]

Trafalgar Law NSFW Alphabet pls🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

ofc broski 😎 this is just letters a - n, i’ll possibly do more but idk yet!

cw : smut, afab reader, not proof read, cumming inside but law gets rid of it with his devil fruit, undergarment stealing, cowgirl position, possibly ooc?, awkward loser law, dirty talk, masturbation,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

as a doctor, law makes sure you take all the necessary precautions, even though you’re sore asf.

fortunately, after he’s convinced you handled yourself properly, he drags you back into bed and places a plethora of sloppy kisses on your jaw.

surprisingly, the surgeon of death is a real softie during aftercare, no matter how hard he went just a few minutes prior. he pampers you, covering your naked body with the mountains of blankets on the bed.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself, he likes his tattoos. they’re symbols, and essentially verifications, that he’s loved and he is capable of being loved by another. he wants to get a tattoo for you too, you’re this age of law’s image of love, so why not?

on you, he reallyyyyyyyyy likes you’re waist. no matter your shape, your waist is where his hands automatically lead to when he’s around you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he can cum inside you without a worry since he can just get it out of you with his devil fruit, so why wouldn’t he take advantage of that?

the first few times, he does make himself wear a condom out of worry but his fear soon leaves him and, man……….. if he was not gonna cum inside of you at least twice a week from here on out, he didn’t think he’d make it.

he also loveeeeeeessssss when you cum on his face after using him to pleasure yourself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

… panty stealer. he’s the fearsome surgeon of death, but he’s still a man with a lot of pent up demand for pleasure.

he’ll muffle his face with an unwashed pair, his hand wrapping around his cock and jerking himself off.

his tongue slowly licks at the fabric where your crotch would sit and, when he cums, he brings your panties down and spills all over them.

he’s sure to throw it in with his laundry and sneakily place it in your underwear drawer, tho ^^

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

experience? ……… who?

yes, i’m a diehard virgin law enthusiast, fight me!

he’s been so busy with his personal revenge plots that he hasn’t had time for sex.

sure, he’s jerked off plenty of times, whilst admiring a piece of fanart from one of his favorite series, but that was as far as it went.

that was until he met you.

since then, you and him will go at it like animals, very much to his pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

like i said in this post, his favorite position is cowgirl.

while he enjoys being in control, he cannot deny how much he loves seeing you on top of him with your tits bouncing ever so gorgeously.

when you get weary, he’ll piston his hips up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

law’s always such a serious and stoic guy. knowing this, you’d expect him to be a stone cold, unwaveringly nonchalant dude when it came to sex.

NOPE!

you’ve earned his love. you get to see him be soft and silly, as a treat.

when the moment is tense and suffocating my hot, he’ll chime in with a cheeky joke, poking fun at something he does just to get a giggle out of you.

he can be balls deep inside of you and still self deprecate.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he will trim them down, but he rarely shaves. he doesn’t really see the point of it. pubes are there for a reason, so why would he get rid of them?

during long missions, he never trims OR shaves, so he gets a cute bush. the carpet matches the drapes.

law also doesn’t mind pubes on you, in fact, he finds himself getting a stiffy by the thought of you and a lovely bush 🫣

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

early in the relationship, he’s a lot more awkward and not exactly sure how to do the whole intimacy thing. when he tries dirty talk for the first time, he stutters and his voice cracks…….. dear lord save this man

once you two get more comfortable with one another, and by law’s standard that means your souls are intertwined together, he’ll definitely get the hang of being romantic. he’s conscious about your reactions to things and what you like.

eventually, dirty talk comes a lot more naturally. he’ll whisper it in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.

”lovely… you’re soaking right through your panties, just after sucking my dick… you’re filthy, honey…”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to jerk off roughly twice or three times a week, when he was about to go to bed. he found it was the only time he had to release whatever he had pent up. he’d typically just do it to porn.

when he was crushing on you, his masturbation ritual count rose up to four or maybe even five times a week. you’re such a light in his life, convincing him that he was capable of being loved, so he did he guilty at first for tarnishing your angelic image.

but once you two started going out, he felt a lot more comfortable jerking it to you. the best part was that, now, he had the real person that he imagined when yoinking it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

has a praise kink while also having a degradation kink. this dude istg

he tends to mix them both in his dirty talk, for example:

”you take me so, so good, dumb slut…” “you look fucking pathetic on top of me, princess.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

other than the bed, you have a few limited options around the tang that he feels comfortable having sex in.

first would be the shower. it’s just as private as the bedroom and, bonus, he’ll just turn on the water to drown out both of your sounds. he enjoys pressing you front-first into the glass, seeing your tits smushed up against them with the tension seemingly steaming up the room.

second would be the closet. a lot more frisky,

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it really gets him going when you do tiny acts of service for him. like making him coffee in the morning, insisting on helping him with paperwork, bringing him lunch when he refused to remove himself from his desk chair.

it makes him feel loved and respected, since you know he is a very busy man and does need someone’s help, despite parading around as a tough, stoic man. he had to grow up quick, so being able to lean on you has a big impact on him.

if you do something as simple as bring him dinner, he’ll ‘return’ the favor in other ways…

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he isn’t turned off by spanking or light choking, in fact he enjoys giving you pussy slaps and a bit of pain play, but stuff that can quickly go wrong with just one slip is an automatic no.

think things like wax play, knifes, and fire usage.

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made by @oatmealmika.

[swampstew-stories]

Oh Baby!

Summary: Have you ever had the 'accident' talk? something short and sweet based off this post by @/MangyRacoon | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness. Thanks again for the original request Hebi <3

CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, Trafalgar Law x F Reader, Roronoa Zoro x F Reader all separate accidental pregnancy scenario

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

He’s the type of guy to (ironically) neglect his own health that he can hardly judge. So when he sees you after a few months apart, he tried to suppress his natural inclination to monitor and assess you as he took you into his arms.

In his embrace he can tell you even feel different. Like you were more tender, more sensitive to his touch as you squirmed in his hands. You pull away and he notices the top you’re wearing is the same one you wore the first time you met each other. This time though, he could see the strain on the fabric as your body peeked out from below the hem. And…hmmm did your ass get bigger?

Law tells himself not to do it, he can’t overstep. Fuck it, he does it anyway. As you lead him, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi to a bar, Law walks behind you discretely and scans you – confirming his suspicions.

The crew enters but Law escorts you to a private alley. He can’t wait a second longer to talk with you.

“So, I was gone for what…3 months?” he starts, his tone nearly clinical.

“Uh yup, you kept count?”

Law let out a light scoff, answering your question with another question, “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Nope.”

“Have you been feeling…off at all?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Y/N,” Law gripped your shoulder, a panicked look in his eyes.

“Been getting headaches, and uhm – hmm not been eating much either I guess. I feel like I’m just not hungry, and when I am I feel a little queasy.”

“You’re not EATING?!” both hands on your shoulders now, slightly shaking you even.

“I AM! Just with long stretches between meals.”

“Eating what?”

You looked at him long and hard and began listing off the weird combinations you’d been trying out recently. Yeah you knew some of the choices sounded out, but hey, it was the only you could really stomach…

OH.

You both stared wide eyed at each other as the truth sunk in. Oh shit.

Y’all never had the baby talk.

You were scared to voice your real feelings – Law was a pirate and he didn’t have time to be a father…right? Oh gods, he was a surgeon, would he…make you have a procedure if he didn’t want to have a child?

It was like he sensed your internal conflict, taking off his puffy hat and putting it over your head.

“You really want to do this? It won’t be easy you know. Especially in a tight ship like mine…”

Your eyes were glassy as you peered at him, “Are you…sure?”

“It’s your decision, Y/N.”

…

“If its with you, I think I can do it.”

Law couldn’t help the smile that curled over his face. Fondly remembering his own short-lived childhood, being a dutiful son, a caring older brother…

“Of course. And I’m a doctor, no child will be in better care.”

“With your power, I hope you’ll be doing a lot of the heavy lifting.”

“Tch, yeah.”

For someone who could be quite thick-headed – the marimo knew something was different in the atmosphere when the ship docked at a familiar island they frequented. He was the first to leave, ignoring the calls of his crew to make sure he remembered the way back.

He was on the hunt – eyes darting left and right, walking swiftly as if he was being guided by an internal compass. Making his way until he found the small cottage you lived in, out in the middle of the fields and not that conveniently close to the town. Between the forest, the tall grass, and canyons, it was a shock he made it to front steps of the house before the sun was even high in the sky.

Zoro didn’t even knock – just turned the knob and stepped inside.

“ZORO!”

Your arms wrapped around his body, relishing in his presence after so many months.

He gently pulled you off him, to your confusion.

“It’s been a while,” he spoke softly, direct contradiction to his actions that felt robotic.

“About 3 months.”

“Yeah. Did anything happen during my absence?”

Your brows knit in confusion, “No? Like what?”

His green eyebrows furrowed right back at you, almost accusingly.

“Really? You haven’t been feeling like somethings wrong or anything?”

“Why would something be wrong?!”

With a frustrated click of his tongue, “You…smell different.”

Staring at him with wide-eyes, he couldn’t tell if you were plain shocked, offended, or saddened by his statement.

“NOT IN A BAD WAY!” he gripped your arms a little tightly, “JUST! You SEEM DIFFERENT! I don’t know how to describe it!!”

“Different how, besides the apparent aroma I’m wafting,” you asked indignantly.

A twitch of his forehead vein, Zoro took your hand and walked to your bedroom. Facing you in front of your standing mirror, he pulled your shirt over your belly and ran his hands down to your hips.

“These are bigger. Wider. There’s something in there,” he pointed to your barely swollen bump that had gone entirely unnoticed by you.

“Oh SHIT.” Your body shuddered and nearly collapsed in on itself as you sunk to the floor.

Zoro grabbed your elbows and gently lowered you, sitting next to you as you both had the same thought flashing through your minds.

We never had the ‘accident’ talk.

Less than a minute had gone by in silence before Zoro’s hand held yours, circling his thumb over the back of your hand, almost reassuringly.

“The Sunny is pretty big. Tons of stuff for a kid to get into, and a great crew that would keep an eye out. Robin could lend a hand anytime too.”

“Are you sure, Zoro?”

“I probably wouldn't make a good father on my own, but at least we have people to help us.”

A small smile pulled up the side of your mouth and it made Zoro’s heart stutter, “I’ve always heard it takes a village to raise a child. I wouldn’t mind the Straw Hats being that village.”

“Uh… Y/N, we’re a crew.”

“Same diff, mosshead.”

Originally posted - soon to be archived from main :)

[worstscholar]

I've been learning how to draw and I'm just getting into anatomy, like learning all the muscles and the names and shit. n'all i can think about is law and i, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. he's got his medical books open, refreshing his knowledge of anatomy for my sake. I'm sat right next to him with my dumb notebook out, listening to him talk about muscles and what they do as i sketch. it evolves into him leaning against me, hazy eyed and tired, pointing to different things as i sketch bodies, telling me shit like, "there's cartilage between these two muscles, so they should be further apart..." - "your missing the muscle there." - "there's a muscle connecting these two parts..." his voice is soft and comfortable, a tone that's only reserved for me. he's studying the side of my face, not bothering to look at what I'm doing until i turn to him, so he doesn't realize I've started drawing his tattoos onto all of my sketches, until i turn to him with a proud smile on my face. his cheeks bloom pink and he hides his fluster behind a light scoff and an eyeroll, but he likes that I'm always thinking of him, thinking of ways to insert him into whatever I'm doing. it fills his stomach with butterflies and makes his heart do funny things.

[karikarasuno]

The Surgeon Next Door

Neighbor!Law Au Masterlist

(1) the break-up

(2) the dresser incident

(3) but doctors don't smoke?

(4) caught in the act... well almost

(5) the obligatory shoujo sick episode

(6) tv replacement and a favor returned

(7) the cure to a hangover? mortification

(8) after a long day law can only think of one thing. you.

(9) never say no to phone sex

(10) happy birthday, cora!

(11) law's childhood dresser is... impressively sturdy

(12) law does NOT have baby fever. he thinks.

[angelltheninth]

Would you write one piece men with a size kink with Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law, Crocodile, Doflamingo and Mihawkc please?

(Some are so tall that a size kink is inevitable)

That is true, a lot of these man are really tall! Great height if you ask me.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Portgas D. Ace, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar Law, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, gentle sex, praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, sub/dom dynamics, power imbalance

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: Kinda looking forward to that new anime adaptation. Maybe this time we can get no fillers.

Zoro admires you for trying to take his dick after you only came once. He knows it won't happen, he needs to loosen you up with his fingers, spread you open on them and then when your pussy is begging to be filled push inside. While he can be rough in combat and harsh with you sometimes he is very careful when having sex with you. Almost like he's a different man, all soft and asking if you're okay, if you can still take more or should he stop.

Sanji constantly teases you by telling you that you can't take all of him and is more than happy to be proven wrong. When you come and he's barely half way inside of you he will get the most annoying smirk on his face and tell you he told you so. Should have listened to him, but then you get sick of his taunting and take his cock all the way at once. He has to admit that's impressive but still you shouldn't force yourself just for his pleasure, not that he doesn't enjoy it.

Ace feels bad about how big he is because he can always tell that taking his entire cock is a struggle for you, no matter the hole. Creampies might be one of his favorite things, and he really wants to get you pregnant when you're far into your relationship but even then he's careful while pushing his girthy cock into your tight wetness. His eyes roll back when he bottoms out. To him just the fact that you're willing to take all if him is a testament to how much you love him.

Mihawk honestly doesn't care if you can take all of him or not but he loves how he dwarfed you in size of everything. His fingers fill you so easily, his cock feels heavy on your tongue and in your hand, his body looms over yours. It's dominance and he doesn't even have to try that hard. Of course he can't deny the pleasure he experiences when you sit on his cock, taking him in fully and begging, mumbling for more, to be filled up and stretched out.

Law starts out very gentle and lets you get rougher, he usually encourages you to. The first time you took all of him he actually couldn't believe it, you were so determined too. Since then he never had sex with you without sheathing all of himself inside of you and watching your eyes roll back when he hits the deepest parts of you. Usually he had to hold back in previous relationships but not with you and that is very refreshing.

Crocodile barely gives you time to adjust to his length before fucking you so hard you almost pass out. The only thing keeping you conscious is that he is ordering you to be and you've never been able to refuse his orders, he was in charge. In his eyes you're his perfidious lover but also his favorite cocktoy, there's no pussy better than yours. He will tell you so too, every time you take him all the way in.

Doflamingo knows he's a bit too much for you but he never lets you pull away until he bottoms out in you. If you try to get away he grabs you harder and keeps you still. Smirks down at you, cooing at you, teasing you by going even slower do you can feel every inch of his dick splitting you open. Let the bruises on your hips and throat be a lesson to you, never try to get away from him when he's balls deep in your cunt.

[innerfare]

Carrying You 

Summary: How do they carry you?

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy: 

We all know he’s a potato sack kinda guy. When he wants to, he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and that’s that. Notorious for reaching all the way across the deck of the Sunny, wrapping his arm around your waist, and snatching you up. 

Zoro: 

Another type to just throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He’ll smack your ass every time he does, too, and tell you to stop complaining if you dare say something. He’s been known to do this in an argument. 

Sanji: 

Bridal style. Always bridal style. He sweeps you off your feet, handling you with great care, and makes sure not to jostle you around too much. He’ll carry you any time, day or night, always happy to have you in his arms. 

Ace: 

Piggyback rides all the way. He loves having you on his back because he can move at his fast pace and keep you with him. He also puts you on his shoulders to carry you around because why wouldn’t he? Very happy for you to climb him like a tree.  

Sabo: 

Always picks you up off the counter or desk or somewhere you’re sitting, grinning when you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala bear. Definitely not above tucking you under his arm for safekeeping. 

Law: 

Not the most handsy, though he has been known to pick you up against your will when you’re overworking yourself and take you back to his cabin. How he carries you depends on how difficult you make it. If you’re nice, he’ll carry you bridal style, but if you put up a fight, over his shoulder you go.  

Kid: 

Grins when you come behind him and attempt to lift him off the ground, failing miserably due to his size, turns around and does the same to you but with far more success. He takes advantage of the size difference and manhandles you all day long. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Lead By Example 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Trafalgar Law x gn!reader (pre-relationship) ♡ Warnings: Snarky/dark-humored reader, kusarigama-wielder (no fight scenes here, reader just carries it around), quiet emotional intimacy, late-night tension, mutual insomnia, mutual pining, heavy banter, dimly lit library vibes, slow burn energy ♡ WC: ~2k ♡ Notes: I didn’t want to default to the usual sunshine-soft pairing Law often gets (as much as I love that dynamic), so I tried something with a sharper edge. This reader’s a little more serious, kind of snarky, and carries a kusarigama like it’s part of their spine—but I still wanted it to feel like a reader insert rather than a full OC. I’m not always confident with banter writing, so fingers crossed it flows okay. It ended up more tender than I expected, but honestly? I think Law needed that.

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The Polar Tang’s library was a cramped little haven carved into the submarine’s steel skeleton, a rare pocket of quiet at 1:00 AM when the crew was dead to the world. 

No creaking wood here—just the low hum of machinery thrumming through the hull, the occasional metallic groan as pressure shifted outside, and the faint clank of pipes settling. 

A single lantern dangled from a bolted bracket, its amber glow washing over shelves stuffed with medical texts, charts, and a few battered novels Bepo probably smuggled in. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, rust, and that sharp tang of recycled oxygen. 

You’d claimed a rickety chair hours ago, one leg kicked up on a crate, your kusarigama hooked at your hip—chain coiled tight, sickle gleaming like a promise of trouble. 

You were slogging through a medical journal on regenerative cell theory, eyes glazing over, when you felt him before you saw him.

Soft boots on metal, a shift in the stale air, that heavy presence Trafalgar D. Law hauled around like a loaded gun. 

You didn’t look up. 

“Late night again, huh?” he said, voice rough, scraped raw from too little sleep and too much coffee. 

You flicked a page, smirking. 

“Look who’s talking, Captain. You stalking me now?” He stepped closer, boots scuffing the deck. 

“Noticed you weren’t in your bunk,” he shot back, dry as bone. 

“What, you doing bed checks?” you said, finally glancing up, brow arched. 

“Keeping tabs on my crew,” he corrected, sharp and fast, like he’d been waiting for that jab.

He loomed there, framed by the hatchway, all loose black sweats and an unzipped hoodie, no shirt—tattoos stark against lean muscle, shadows cutting across his collarbone. His hair was a disaster, dark strands jutting out like he’d wrestled with it and lost, and those gray eyes, rimmed in exhaustion, pinned you with that infuriating mix of menace and calm. 

“Can’t sleep either, I take it?” you said, leaning back, letting your kusarigama’s chain clink against your thigh. 

“Obviously,” he muttered, crossing his arms. 

You nodded at the chair across from you, its faded upholstery patched with mismatched thread 

“Sit, then. I won’t rat you out.” He eyed it, then you, before dropping into it with a grunt, legs sprawling like he owned the damn place.

The lantern swayed faintly, light bouncing off the riveted walls. You went back to your book, pretending to read. 

“You’re gonna crash if you keep this up,” you said, casual but pointed, eyes on the page. 

“Funny, I was about to say the same to you,” he fired back, voice dripping with that smug edge he wielded like a blade. 

You snorted, flipping a page you hadn’t even skimmed. 

“I’m not the one holding this crew together. You go down, we’re fucked. Lead by example, Captain.” 

The hum of the sub filled the silence, a low drone underscoring the weight of your words. He didn’t bite back right away, just let it hang.

“You think they’d follow me that far?” he asked after a beat, quieter, like he was testing you. 

You met his stare, gray clashing with yours in the dim glow. 

“Think? No. I know they would. I would.” His eyes narrowed, searching your face—maybe for bullshit, maybe for something else. 

The silence stretched, thick with the clank of a distant pipe and the faint buzz of the lantern’s filament. 

He shifted, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. 

“That’s a hell of a bet,” he said, voice low, dry. 

“Not a bet if it’s a sure thing,” you countered, smirking just enough to rile him.

He huffed—a ghost of a laugh—and you caught the flicker of it in his eyes before he masked it. You closed the book with a snap, tossing it onto the crate. 

“Medical alchemy crap. Boring as shit,” you said, stretching your arms until your shoulders popped, kusarigama swaying at your hip. 

His gaze tracked the motion, lingering on the weapon’s glint, then up to your face. 

“You’re still reading it,” he pointed out, deadpan. 

“Masochism’s my specialty,” you shot back, grinning. 

“Explains why you’re still awake talking to me,” he said, and there it was—banter with teeth, sharp enough to cut.

You stood, pacing the tight space, the chain of your kusarigama rattling against your leg. 

“You’re one to talk, caffeine fiend. Those bags under your eyes got bags.” 

He leaned back, arms crossed, watching you move. 

“And you’re a ray of sunshine, huh?” 

“Only when I’m annoying you,” you said, stopping to lean against a shelf, facing him. 

“Which is always,” he muttered, but his lips twitched, betraying him. 

“Good. Keeps you sharp,” you said, tapping the sickle’s handle at your hip. 

He didn’t argue, just kept staring, like he was peeling you apart layer by layer.

“You don’t have to play lone wolf all the time,” you said, softer now, cutting through the snark. 

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. 

“That a suggestion or an order?” 

“Take it how you want, Law. Just saying—you matter more than you think.” 

The words landed heavier than you meant, and his jaw tightened, just a flicker, before he smoothed it over. 

“You’re full of shit,” he said, but there was no venom in it—more like he was testing how far you’d push. 

“And you’re a stubborn asshole,” you replied, stepping closer, close enough that the lantern threw your shadow over him. 

“Rest sometime, yeah? Don’t make me chain you to your bunk.”

He smirked, faint but real. 

“You’d like that too much.” 

“Maybe,” you said, matching his grin, then turned for the hatch. 

“Night, Captain.” 

“Night,” he called after you, voice lingering as you slipped out, the metal clang of the hatch shutting behind you.

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Law stayed put, slouched in that shitty chair, staring at the spot you’d been. The library felt colder now. Urgh, what a load of crap. 

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling hard. You’d gotten under his skin, and he hated it—hated how your words stuck, how that damn kusarigama of yours glinted like it was mocking him every time you moved. 

He’d noticed it again tonight, hooked at your hip like an extension of you, all fluid menace and style. 

He didn’t touch it—wouldn’t, not when it was yours—but he’d thought about it, the weight of it, the way you swung it like breathing. Fuck, he was losing it.

He stood, pacing the tight space, boots scuffing the deck. 

The sub groaned, metal flexing under pressure, a reminder of where they were—trapped in this steel coffin, chasing a fight they might not win. 

Lead by example. 

What a joke. 

He wasn’t some shining beacon. He was a bastard with a plan and a crew dumb enough to follow it. But you’d said it like you meant it, like you’d seen something he hadn’t. 

He stopped, leaning against the desk, staring at the hatch. 

You’d left, but he could still feel you—the weight of your stare, that smart-ass mouth. He muttered a curse, low and vicious, and sank back into the chair. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not tonight.

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You were back in your bunk, sprawled out, kusarigama propped against the wall within arm’s reach—never out of sight, never left behind. 

The room was a steel box, bare except for a locker and a porthole showing nothing but black water. The sub’s hum vibrated through the mattress, steady, relentless. 

You couldn’t shake him—Law’s tired eyes, that half-smirk when you’d pushed his buttons, the way he’d gone quiet when you’d said he mattered. 

Asshole. 

Why’d he have to look at you like that, all guarded and raw, like he didn’t know what to do with you?

You rolled over, glaring at the ceiling. 

You weren’t some lovesick idiot. 

He was your captain, a cold-blooded prick who’d cut out his own heart if it got in his way. But you’d follow him into hell, and that’s what pissed you off most—not the loyalty, but how it twisted something deeper, made you notice dumb shit like the ink on his skin, the way his voice dropped when he was too tired to hide. 

You punched the pillow, muttering, “Fuck off, Law,” to the empty room, and shut your eyes.

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Next night, you were in the library again. Same lantern, same chair, different book—surgical logs, bloodier and less bullshit than the last. The hatch creaked, and there he was, same sweats, same hoodie, same shirtless crap that made your pulse kick despite yourself. 

“You’re predictable,” he said, dropping into the chair across from you. 

“Says the guy who keeps showing up,” you shot back, not looking up. 

“Touché,” he muttered, slouching like he was daring the chair to break.

“Still can’t sleep?” you asked, flipping a page. 

“Still nosy?” he countered, voice dry.

 You smirked. 

“It’s my job to keep you honest.” 

“You’re shit at it,” he said, but there was a spark in his eyes, a challenge. 

“And you’re shit at resting,” you fired back, closing the book. “We’re a pair.” 

He snorted, leaning forward. 

“A pair of what?” 

“Idiots, apparently,” you said, standing, kusarigama clinking as you moved. 

His gaze flicked to it, then back to you. 

“You ever put that thing down?” 

“Not when I might need to whip your ass into shape,” you said, grinning.

He stood too, stepping closer, cutting the space between you. 

“Keep dreaming,” he said, voice low, teasing. 

“You’re the one who can’t stay away,” you replied, holding his stare. 

The hum of the sub faded, the air tightening. 

“Maybe I like the view,” he said, and it wasn’t just banter anymore. 

You laughed, sharp and quick, breaking it. 

“Smooth, Captain.” 

“I try,” he said, smirking, and you both let it drop, the tension simmering but unspoken.

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The third night, he found you on deck instead. 

The library had felt too small, too warm, so you’d taken your brooding outside, leaning against the railing with the sea stretching endless and black around you. 

The air was cool, salted, the stars sharp overhead. Your kusarigama dangled from your hand, chain swaying with the ship’s motion. 

Law appeared beside you, silent as a shadow, hands in his pockets. 

“Not the library,” he said, voice rough from disuse. 

“Change of pace,” you replied, not looking at him.

He leaned against the railing too, close enough that your shoulders nearly touched. The wind tugged at his hair, his hoodie, and you caught the faint scent of him—ink, antiseptic, something sharper underneath. 

“You’re predictable,” he said after a while. 

“Says the guy who shows up every night,” you countered, twirling the sickle absently. 

He didn’t laugh, but his silence felt amused. You stood there together, the sea lapping at the hull, the quiet stretching long and easy.

“You ever stop?” he asked eventually, voice low, serious. 

“Stop what?” 

“Worrying about me.” 

You glanced at him, his profile sharp against the night sky. 

“You ever stop giving me reasons to?” 

He didn’t answer, just looked out at the water, jaw tight. 

You sighed, letting the kusarigama’s chain clink against the railing. 

“You’re a stubborn bastard, Law.” 

“Takes one to know one,” he said, and this time he turned, meeting your eyes.

The space between you shrank, not physically but in every other way, the air humming with something unspoken. 

You could’ve pushed, could’ve said more, but you didn’t. Instead, you bumped his shoulder with yours, light, deliberate. 

“Lead by example,” you murmured.

He didn’t reply, but his hand brushed yours on the railing, fleeting, intentional. 

And for once, he didn’t pull away. 

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[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.”

****

[Present]

****

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.

[inseobts]

weird request but reader biting laws ear like to mark him??? not in a sexual setting like in a cute way..weird but cute

Bite-Sized Affection

law × gn!reader

words count: 1.0k

tags: established relationship, fluff, affectionate biting

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You’re gonna what?”

Law raises an eyebrow, pen paused mid-sentence, the logbook in front of him left hanging as he gives you the look... somewhere between exhausted and amused, like he’s still deciding whether to sigh or smirk.

You stare him dead in the eye “Bite your ear.”

He exhales, slow “Why?”

“Because I love you,” you say, far too casually, leaning forward over the arm of the couch in his quarters, your chin on your folded arms “And also, your ear looks biteable.”

Law stares.

You grin.

“…That’s not a reason,” he mutters, but there’s a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He’s pretending to go back to his writing, but he’s not fooling anyone. You see the flush crawling up his neck, just barely “You’re weird.”

“You’re dating me.”

“I’m reconsidering.”

“No, you’re not.” you chirp, and without another warning, you lean forward and gently nibble at the shell of his ear. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to leave a ghost of teeth, like a kitten might.

Law flinches “Oi—!”

“Shh. I’m marking my territory.”

“You’re not a dog.”

“Cats do it too. And I’m cuter.”

He groans and drags a hand down his face, leaning away but not too far “This is why I don’t let you into my office during reports.”

“But I’m your emotional support gremlin.”

“And yet, I still write in peace before you show up.”

There’s a knock on the door. Law glares at it like it offended him personally.

Shachi sticks his head in “Captain, you—”

Then stops. Blinks. Eyes you, your suspicious proximity to Law’s head. Eyes Law, who looks mildly exasperated and a little pink in the ears.

“…Did you just bite him again?”

“Maybe.”

“Again?!” Penguin yells from the hallway.

“I’m closing the door now.” Law mutters.

“Marking her territory again—” before they can finish the door shuts with a loud thunk.

You hum, pleased, and lean back against the couch like you’ve done nothing wrong.

Law sighs “You’re gonna drive me insane.”

“You love it.”

He glances at you, expression unreadable “Unfortunately.”

“They’re doing it again” Shachi stage-whispers, crouched behind a crate with Penguin like they’re on a stakeout.

Bepo, sitting calmly with a cup of tea, sighs “They’re not doing anything bad.”

Penguin peeks over the crate “That’s your opinion.”

From their vantage point on the deck, they have a perfect view of you casually sitting next to Law, who’s trying to read. Trying being the key word.

You scoot a little closer.

Law glances at you “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re thinking about it.”

“Maybe.”

Law exhales slowly, eyes flicking back to his book “This is harassment.”

“This is love.”

“Your love is invasive.”

You grin “It’s customized.”

And then you lean in and bite his ear again.

It’s soft, playful. Familiar. Like a ritual at this point. Your teeth graze gently against the top curve before you pull back, satisfied.

Law doesn’t even flinch this time, just closes his eyes and mutters “You’re gonna start a rumor.”

From behind the crate “TOO LATE!”

You both look up.

Shachi waves “Hey Captain, if you wanted us to stop walking in on this, maybe lock the door!”

“This is the deck” Law says, tone flat.

“You knew the risks!” Penguin yells.

Bepo takes another sip of tea “I warned them not to follow you around.”

You chuckle and lean into Law’s side “You didn’t stop me.”

“I’ve stopped trying” Law replies. But his voice is softer now. Quiet. You can feel the warmth radiating off him even though he pretends to be annoyed.

You rest your head on his shoulder “You love it.”

“Again, unfortunately.”

The crew watches in stunned silence as their stoic captain doesn’t push you away, doesn’t scold you, and instead just… lets you stay there.

“Holy crap,” Penguin whispers “Y/N has domesticated him.”

“He’s been bit into submission,” Shachi says, sounding half-impressed, half-disturbed.

“I think it’s cute” Bepo offers.

Law groans “I’m moving the ship without any of you on it.”

You smile “But then who’ll watch me bite you?”

His glare could kill a man. It never works on you.

You’re lying on the deck this time, sprawled across Law’s lap like you have zero sense of personal boundaries, which is fair, because you don’t.

He’s trying to act uninterested, one hand flipping through a medical journal, the other resting idly on your back like you’re a cat that wandered into his life and refused to leave. You’ve been there for twenty minutes now, quietly humming to yourself.

The sun’s warm. The waves are calm. The ship rocks gently beneath you.

You stretch like a satisfied houseplant “You know what I haven’t done today?”

Law doesn’t look up “Bitten me?”

You sit up, mock-gasping “How’d you know?”

“I live in fear.”

“You live in love” you correct.

He finally looks down at you, unamused but soft around the edges “You bite me again in front of the crew, and I’m gonna perform minor surgery in your sleep.”

You narrow your eyes playfully “You wouldn’t.”

He tilts his head “Try me.”

The tension doesn’t last. You grin, lean in and he braces for it but instead of biting, you just press a gentle kiss to his ear. No teeth. Just warm, solid affection.

Law blinks.

“…Huh.”

You pull back “What?”

“I was expecting fangs.”

“Trying something new,” you say innocently “Call it character growth.”

He stares at you, eyes narrowed. Then, finally, he chuckles under his breath. A real one, rare and genuine.

“Disappointing” he mutters.

You smirk “Yeah? So you liked being bitten…”

You lean in and give his ear one last bite.

Soft. Familiar. Yours.

Law groans “You’re impossible.”

“Yet deeply lovable.”

“Debatable.”

“Not to me” you say.

And he doesn’t say anything else, just threads his fingers through yours as the sun starts dipping low.

From somewhere behind the mast “They’re doing it again” Shachi whispers.

“I bet she’s biting him right now.”

“Bepo owes me five berries.”

Law raises his hand and flicks a middle finger toward the mast without looking.

You laugh.

And maybe that’s how it is with you and Law, chaotic, weird, full of strange little rituals and soft silences. But it works. In your own language of teeth and teasing and unspoken love, it works.

[ryiju-muunie]

Your boyfriend who sleepily fondled your naked body as you both napped together on your bed, letting calloused fingers drag along skin. Who pulled his erection out of his pants to drag his head along your ass, pressing against your warmth to satiate his heat.

He was so lust drunk off your scent it was hard to grasp what he was doing until the pleasure started. Hips grinding against your behind, fingers gripping into your stomach, and legs entangling upon legs. It felt so good how you squirmed underneath him, none the wiser.

His calloused fingers dipped into your wetness, to play along your clit as your mouth opened. It felt so good right? As he ground his erection into your ass and whimpered, “F-Fuck.. you feel so good..”

Your boyfriend spread you apart and slowly let one digit get sucked into your cunt, rubbing against your walls until it hit that perfect spot. Again he abused it, getting closer to his high and pulling one orgasm out of your sleeping body. You whined and bucked your hips as you came, releasing your fluids onto his palm.

“Good girl… that’s it..” He’d coo, pulling his hand back to lick his fingers from your juices as his orgasm started to build. It was slow before it got intense, blinding him with white hot pleasure. He bucked his hips and for a second he was sure he woke you when his spend squirted all along your back. But he was pleasantly surprised to hear you stir and snore softly, drifting back to sleep.

Your boyfriend who’d deny the claims he fucked you senseless while you slept, even though the evidence was stuck to your back.

Strawpage | Bluesky

[florasheart]

I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT

[portgasdbru]

DIRTY TEXT WITH ONE PIECE MEN

feat: luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, law, kid x f!reader

cw: strong language, crack, suggestive content

minors and ageless blog dni

[shy-writer-999]

Thigh Riding: Monster Trio + Law

WARNING: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

A/N: How would the Monster Trio & Law act while you ride their thigh? What would they say and how would it be initiated? (afab reader~)

Shoutout to the anon who requested this—I was going to do Ace as well but I think that someone (@possiblyreallyme) recently did it better than what I would have been able to come up with, so I’ve linked that here.

Thigh Riding: Monster Trio + Law

ZORO

The first time you ride one of Zoro’s thighs, it’s his idea. He loves to see you get off in any way he can imagine.

“C’mere. On my thigh. I want you to ride it.”

You’re surprised because you’ve never done this before, but he’s been rabidly horny recently and he’s been getting real creative.

His thighs are thick and hairy—the perfect seat. He’s just wearing boxer briefs, so when you lower your barely clothed cunt onto his thigh, you can feel his wiry hair bristle your skin.

His cock twitches when you look at him, poised on his thigh, waiting for instruction.

His hands come to rest on your hips. “Grind on me.”

He knows just what you like best. His goal is to see you dripping wet with pleasure and a hot mess. He has no problem accomplishing that.

He smirks as your rub your sensitive spot on his bare thigh. Friction builds on your core, quickly sending zaps of pleasure from your clit to the rest of your body.

“Getting wet already?”

 As you slide yourself back and forth on his thigh, you start letting out filthy mewls and keens. Your panties are soaked through.

“How does that feel? Are you getting off by just humping my thigh, gorgeous? Must be pretty desperate.”

As you start rutting down into his thigh more frantically, your face twists into an expression of lust. After a handful of minutes, your eyes become glossy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed pink. He grips your hips tighter and pushes his thigh up into your cunt, eliciting a moan.

“Did that feel good? You like rutting your pussy on my thigh that much?”

He’s getting off seeing you hump so needy and pathetically on his thigh. He can feel the precum seeping out of his tip, making a stain on his briefs.

You’re completely lost by now, feverishly fucking his thigh. You’re making a wet mess out of this thigh and your panties are leaking. Your face is contorted with pleasure.

“You wanna cum for me baby? Wanna cum on my thigh?”

You nod and Zoro starts to push his thigh up into your cunt again. It feels so good that you collapse forward onto him as much as you can, your head coming to rest in the cook of his neck. Your core glides over his thigh while you ride him.

A few more squirming humps and a few more jerks of Zoro’s thigh up into your cunt  and you’re brought to your peak. You cum all over his thick thigh; you’re hot and sweaty, and Zoro is about to fuck you into oblivion.

“You ready for my cock now, baby? You want the real thing? God, you’re such a mess. C’mere.”

He lifts you up and you’re straddling him now, his cock pressing at your entrance. He proceeds to fuck you slow and deep until you’re even more of a babbling, fucked-out mess. Then he finally lets you cum on his cock, and you return the favor by letting him cum inside of you.

LUFFY

You’re cuddling with Luffy, legs entangled. You’re half asleep and Luffy is too.

His thigh is pressing on your crotch, and when he adjusts it, he inadvertently grinds his knee on your clit.

You let out a soft sound, kind of like a moan but not as intense. He does it again a few more times and you grab a fistful of his shirt. “Luffy.”

The idea hits him like lightning. He scoops you up from where you’re laying together and sits up, placing you on his thigh.

He’s already hard, and as you blink the sleep out of your eyes, you pull him into a kiss. You feel his thigh under your panties and instinctively start grinding back and forth on it.

“How does that feel?” He asks in all sincerity, and you respond back with a moan “feels good”. He’s always curious about what gets you off—he thinks its hot to see you get flustered and needy.

“Fuck Luffy, it feels so good.”

“Well keep going.” He’s all smiles like usual, his hands on your hips, but his voice is getting gruffer. He notices how wet you’re getting.

He’s getting harder by the minute. Something about seeing you get off on his thigh, of all things, is about to drive him feral.

He gets the idea to move his thigh up and down—maybe it will make you feel even better. He likes to see you in bliss like this, it makes him want to rip all your clothes off and fuck you senseless.

He’s holding off on touching himself right now because he’s too entranced by you haphazardly crashing your cunt on his thigh.

When you finally cum climax on his thigh, he picks you up and puts his cock in you. His voice is strained and husky. “My turn.”

He fucks you until your eyes roll back in your head. Luffy can go round after round, no problem. You riding his thigh was the perfect appetizer to his main meal—cumming in you no less than three times. By the end of it you’re seeing stars and he’s grunting and groaning in your ear.

SANJI

cw: instance of “pretty girl” and “needy girl”

Sanji thinks it’s so fucking hot that you want to ride his thigh.

You ask sheepishly and he becomes so excited he practically throws you over his knee.

The idea that you’re using him any part of him to get off makes him feel like he’s going crazy with desire.

He loves to feel your weight on his thigh. It makes him feel like he’s holding you, like you’re close together, like he’s supporting you in some way (which, technically, he is). It reminds him of when you sit on his face, and he’s hard just thinking about it.

He literally loves you so much that his heart melts any time you look at him. He blushes crimson and attends to your every want and need.

Can’t overstate how excited he was to have you straddling his thigh.

When you start dragging your clit back and forth on his thigh, his heart skips a beat. He thinks you’re gorgeous and is intoxicated by your presence.

He just adores you and it’s apparent in his voice. He sweet talks you as you desperately start writhing on his thigh.

He’s almost breathless. “Wow.”

“Just like that my love.”

When the angle is right, he’ll pull your face near his and caress your cheek with his thumb. He pulls you into delicate kisses, kisses your neck, and swipes his thumb over your lips.

“Pretty girl so worked up riding my thigh.” His grip tightens on your hips as he gets more aroused. He was already rock hard when he initially put you on his thigh, and by now his erection is raging against his pants.

“You’re getting my thigh so wet, beautiful. So fucking hot.”

He coaches and praises you through it. He calls you lovely things and uses his hands to slow down the pace of your thrusts. He wants you to ride him slowly until you’re begging him to let you go faster.

“Mmm, you wish it was my cock instead, angel?”

Your cunt throbs and pulses as you increase the pressure on his thigh—your whines and keens go straight to his dick.

He occasionally reaches a hand up to smooth down your hair and pet your hair and cheeks. He’s so obsessed with you it’s absurd.

“So wet for me, baby. Does it feel good?” He coos in your ear, and it gives you goosebumps.

Sanji starts to bounce his thigh until you’re literally drooling with pleasure. "Go faster now, my love. Go faster." Your thighs start to shake and your slick is oozing on his thighs.

“You look so gorgeous right now. Rutting all over my thighs, needy girl. I’ll fix you up just right, but I want you to cum before I fuck you. Okay?”

When you finally cum, he gives you more sloppy kisses. He picks you up by your waist and hips, carries you to the bed, and fucks you in missionary. Sanji does all the work—think of it as a sort of reward for riding his thigh.

LAW

Law lowkey makes you ride his thigh.

You give him bedroom eyes and he knows immediately that you want him to rail you.

Law says no—sometimes he likes seeing you whine and beg for it.

Obviously, he gets immediately aroused at the thought of you pleading for his cock but today he wants something else.

“You really want it? I’m gonna need a little convincing today.”

You think that he just wants you to give him head, but he simply crosses his arms and says “that’s not what I meant.”

When you ask him what he did mean, he tells you take off your pants and straddle his thigh.

“If you want me to fuck you so bad, you’re going to work for it, sweetheart.”

You’re confused as fuck and half naked. He tells you to put your hands on his shoulders, and then he puts his hands on your waist.

“What are you waiting for?” His look is deadpan, his tone is annoyed and cold, but behind those breath-taking eyes you see a fire roaring. You’re not quite sure what he means, but you’re willing to do anything if it means that he’ll put his cock in you later.

Law starts to bounce his knee and you immediately get the memo.

“Law, you want me to get off on your thigh? That’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t care what it is. Now move.”

He uses his leverage on your waist to push you down on his thigh while he bounces his knee. Your initial confusion is quickly thrown to the side as the friction on your clit builds.

Heat starts to pool in your core.

After a few moments of rubbing your throbbing cunt back and forth on Law’s thigh, your panties start to saturate. You can see that Law is hard already.

When you start letting out needy puffs of breath and muted whines, Law can’t help himself. He wants to see you as worked up as he can.

“Pick up the pace, beautiful. Show me how badly you want it.” Law purrs, his voice is deep. He’s trying to conceal how starving he is for your pleasure. He needs to keep himself in control so he can see you just how he wants you.

You start to rut your hips faster, dragging your sopping wet panties and humping his thigh. You’re so wet that it’s seeping through his pants.

“Law, I want it.” You're begging.

“And what would that be?”

“Your cock. In me. Please Law.”

“Is that so? You’ll have to make do with this. I’ll fuck you after you cum.”

He smirks. You didn’t take long to get this desperate.

He bounces his thigh again and you start moaning his name—that heat and need building on your core are ready to explode.

“Are you going to cum on my thigh or what?”

He pushes your hips down forcefully and bounces his leg harder. It hits your clit and folds just right.

You cum aggressively, basically screaming his name. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders. It’s an overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of pleasure. Unreal.

His bulge presses on his pants, painfully tight, and he knows that he’s about to fuck you until you can’t talk anymore.

“That’s more like it. Now take those off panties and let me put my cock in you.”

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that’s all for this one :3 here's my masterlist if you're curious! and here's the initial request/my response~

ohoho? thigh riding, you say? >:3c may I request some headcanons of that with characters of your choice?

woooow anon thank u sm for this, this was amazing to write because I have a burning passionate love for man thighs. They are among my favorite things… I think I have a fetish for them or smth because I really really like them, could stare at a nice hairy thick pair of thighs for literal hours. >///<