My native language is NOT English and at the moment, I have been writing and proofreading on my cell phone so I apologize for some possible errors.
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I write about:
One Piece
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I could write about:
Naruto
Jujutsu Kaisen
I used to write about:
○ The Umbrella Academy
○ Marvel
○ Pedro Pascal (and his characters)
Rules and Guides:
You can see more here
YES - afab! reader, gn!reader, romance, angst, cute, kinks, sub/dom dynamics, song fics, pregnancy, drama. The list is long, but if you have questions, just call.
MAYBE - m!reader, degradation, betrayal.
NO - non-con, age gap (I mean those with an absurd difference or involving minors), incests, yandere.
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hii!! I hope you’re doing well and having a fantastic week!
law is seen to be highkey jacked LOL he’s got abs and nice arms and overall very toned. May I please request for a law x female reader fic where reader maybe walks into a room where law is working out, or maybe we’re working out with him? Or could even be reader going on a run and he joins - something athletic that they could do together! Could be pre established for the tension and possible smut from all the sweat and seeing law’s muscles hehe, or established so they’re a fit couple! Happy ending and fluff too please!
This request is also inspired by me getting into my fitness era and loving it (: I like to think I’m training too
omgggggg i love your ideia
i mean can you imagine he helps you teaching some exercise and all that tension in the air
ill be writing soon, pinky promise. just give me some dayys
I'm SICK and TIRED of the Kento Nanami mischaracterization.
(Now playing, "Sweet" - Cigarettes After Sex)
(MDNI! Lots of nsfw/sex talk, Husband!Nanami, fluff, comfort(?), smut, short drabble, Reader is heavily implied fem, pregnancy talk, I suppose? Just soft sex with Nanami.)
Kento Nanami does not fuck.
This man is not coming home after a hard day at work and "fucking the shit out of you." Half the time, he can barely get the dinner you made him in his stomach before he's crashing.
This man is not getting off on being called daddy. Or spanking you while calling you his "good little girl."
Nanami views the idea of coming home to you as the only good thing about leaving in the first place. So when he does come back home to you, he expects softness. Comfort. Not lust.
Nanami isn't a lustful man. This isn't to say he doesn't like sex. He adores it. With the right person, of course. But it's not something he does for his own greed. Kento does not fuck. He makes love.
As cheesy as he knows he'd sound if he ever said it out loud, it's the only descriptive that's ever felt right to him. Nanami doesn't want to grab you by your legs and pin you to the wall and "fuck" you. That sounds aggressive, degrading. As if his spouse, his love, his reason for coming home at all, was something to be used.
Nanami pours all of his love into having sex with you. (Literally and figuratively)
He's not grabbing your chin and spitting into your mouth. He's interlocking your fingers, his lips ghosting over yours as his forehead rests against your own.
He's not saying "look at this pretty fuckin' thing..." while admiring the way your cunt clenches around him. He's saying, "You're so pretty... my angel.." while looking into your teary eyes.
Yes, Nanami is Cumming inside of you. But it's not because he wants to "claim" you or prove he "owns" you. But because he wishes to one day start a family with you. A real family. With the love of his life.
This man isn't rolling over and falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed after sex. Nanami cleans you up as if the touch of water on its own will make you disintegrate like cotton candy. He wraps you up in his big arms, knowing there's not a single place on earth you could be safer. He's kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back as you both fall asleep.
《A/N: stop headcannoning Nanami as some weird lowk abusive freaky BDSM husband 🙏 SUKUNA IS RIGHT THERE.》
enjin using a old polaroid camera that he found amongst a heep of trash while on a mission with his team, taking cute, sensual photos of you two (mainly you, but he'll indulge in a few cute, goofy photos with you here and there, to keep stashed away in his pocket of his coat) on his bed. kneels (stands himself on his knees) himself in between your pretty parted legs and angles the chipped device to capture your divine beauty. your smile and giggles only making him fall that much harder and deeper with you (also making him painfully hard).
both brown x beige floral dividers made by @angeliicide ᨳ𑣲𓂃 .ೃ࿔
I was already quite surprised (cough cough read as very very happy) to have Zayne's memory - Silent Underflow. Now I just got Sylus's - darkbound souls and my god??????
ok, ive seen a lot of people talking about the ass slapping scene. But am I really crazy or did I see a very light slap on the face? oh boy, that woke up the monster
Law x F!Reader no relationship established, fluff fluff
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Your fingers glided across the small, yet still full, bookshelves. Through the small window near it, you could see some fish close to the glass. It was as if they were as curious as you.
Modified Human Anatomy. By Vegapunk.
The book you reached seemed fresh, as if no one had ever touched it, but because it was there, you knew that at least one person had read it. Hiding the book inside your clothes was the easiest task; the complicated part was making sure it didn't look out of place. On the small table nearby, there was another copy that you reached for to return to the shelf, trying to leave it untouched. Upon leaving his room, you could check that no one was lurking. Your shoulders immediately relaxed, the relief of not having been caught almost instantaneous.
You walked down the corridor with calm steps, one hand resting on your sword as you hummed something you had no idea where it came from. Today was one of the days you were free, and your roommate wasn't, which made your mission easier—reading books, taking notes, and being at peace.
Your role was simple: to protect. Whether attacking or defending, your years of training had made you a vital pillar of the crew's strength. You could enter and exit places without drawing much attention, and you could easily take down enemies twice or three times your size. But for a crew led by a surgeon and with so many other skilled individuals, it was easy to feel useless for not being able to help a wounded comrade in battle.
So that's how you ended up reading Modified Human Anatomy, having already gone through others like Human Blood Typing, Cuts and Sutures, and countless other books. It was as if the bookshelf in your captain's room would never end.
That day and the next passed like a breeze. You had few tasks and an overwhelming desire to finish your reading. The small notepad was scribbled with questions popping into your mind. The way back to Law's room seemed clear as far as you could tell, he was busy with Bepo plotting some alternative routes.
So following your usual routine seemed even simpler. Enter, return the book, grab a new one, and leave unseen. The room was empty, the small desk full of notes you had no idea about, the bed as impeccably messy as it was, forcing you to take a brief moment to admire it. Everything there smelled like him, exuding every essence of your captain, a small mess that possibly only he would understand. Your feet guided you to his bed, your fingers reaching for a t-shirt that must have been the closest thing to pajamas he had.
Before getting lost in your own thoughts, you decided to turn your attention to the bookshelf. Like a sacred ritual, you put away the old book and picked up something that talked about diseases around the world. You tucked the book back into your clothes and turned to leave. All right?
No. Not exactly.
You could feel the way Law looked at you, the mischief in his eyes and a discreet smile that touched his lips as he closed the door behind him. When did he open that door?
"How long have you been here?" The words tumbled from your mouth, your body instantly freezing.
"I don't think you should be the one asking that," he replied, and without any shame, he approached you, extending his hand. "Let me see what you took."
"Let me explain…"
His expression and the insistence of his raised hand left no room for you to argue you just wanted to escape. You handed him the book and braced yourself for a scolding that didn't come. Instead, he simply walked past you and threw himself down on the bed.
"This one's pretty bad, I'm looking for a more recent edition." His tone was so calm and casual that it compelled you to turn towards him. He was sitting there leafing through what he had just taken from your hands. "Sit here."
Without a chance to understand what was happening, you simply obeyed and could feel his eyes following your every move. Your body shrank almost involuntarily, the guilt of being caught weighing heavily on your shoulders.
"Is there any chance a baby can inherit the powers of a Devil Fruit? Why can't adults get chickenpox? Can our bodies become covered in buboes?" He began to list them and you felt your body burn immediately.
Those were questions you had written down in the last book it wasn't for nothing that you had searched for hours for the small yellow paper that now was resting in his hands. On impulse, you tried to take it back, but in vain.
"Regarding Devil Fruits, it's still under study, so I can't answer you for sure. About chickenpox, in short, our immune system responds to chickenpox in childhood with small weapons, and in adulthood with marine cannons, which is why it makes us sick…"
"So you knew all along I was stealing your books?" You interrupted him, admitting defeat, watching him momentarily ignore you.
"And finally, those buboes are swollen lymph nodes, a form of the body's response to disease or infeccion. They usually form here." Before you could look away, his hand lightly touched the spot behind your ear. "And here too." His hand slid to the nape of your neck, at the root of your hair.
"Thank you for the explanation, I guess." You tried to give your best smile, your cheeks burning with shyness.
"And about your last question: yes, I know it's been a while, maybe you haven't been as discreet as you thought you were, and that's why more and more new books have been appearing here. I want you to learn too." He seemed genuinely happy to share that. "But if you'll allow me to ask…Why so suddenly, why in secret?"
You sighed and looked around. New books had indeed appeared recently. Some of the ones you picked up barely seemed touched. That explained a lot. And now, you were the one who owed explanations.
"I don't know any of this. I mean, I barely know how to bandage a wound, you know? Every time someone needs help, I feel useless. What if one day it's fatal?"
"That's why we have each other. I imagine you now understand more or less how the body works. That simple premise of one organ depending on the service of another, right?" You nodded, giving him space to continue. "It's the same thing. Our crew depends on you to defend us many here don't wield a sword nearly as well as you do, including me."
"But you're the captain, you don't need that."
"And you're our defender, you don't need to know all the medicine in the world either," he replied in a way that sounded obvious. "You're strong and intelligent, that's more than enough."
"Thank you, Captain. I'm sorry for messing with your things."
"It's alright." He stood up and extended his hand to you, helping you up as well. "I can teach you medicine, but let's start with the basics. Sutures and bandages, things that would help you in a fight, what do you think?" Your eyes immediately lit up, eliciting a brief smile from him as he pointed to the door. "I have some free time, go get the other thousands of notes I bet you have."
"Seriously?" Before he could even agree, you had already run out of his room.
Meanwhile, Law just wanted to see your eyes light up like that more often.
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In the next episode - a reader testing poison on her own skin and driving our Jinshi Law crazy in true Maomao style
He wasn't a big fan of physical displays of affection.
Well, that's what anyone would say seeing the hard shell he had. Indifferent, carefree, as if your presence were a constant in his life. And in fact, it was. You understood that this was his personality, and to be honest, maybe it was yours too.
However, it was common for something to go unnoticed by such curious eyes in his life. At some point, he would find a reason, a mere excuse, to rest in your lap. To casually let your fingers slide through his hair.
He would make up excuses – he lay there because it was the only available place or because he knew that kind of gesture would alleviate some of your unease. But he would be lying if he said he did it only for you.
No, of course not. Your fingers traced every inch of his hair. Your nails lightly caressed the skin on the top of his head. Your voice would tell something about your day while you read aloud a passage from some silly book. There were times when you just stayed quiet, the weight of a difficult day on your shoulders.
He said he did it to please you, as if giving him that affection was something to de-stress you. He only chose to hide that he could barely contain himself when he saw his place empty there, that with each touch of your affection, he felt his problems fade away. That sleep came more easily with your touch, with your sweet voice talking about any nonsense.
He wasn't a big fan of physical displays of affection. He was a fan of your displays of affection. Even under curious eyes or in the silence between the two of you. It was you, and that's what mattered.
F!Reader x Law - Your agreement has just been broken, but neither of you handles it well.
warnings: smut, a bit of angst and hurt, a dose of comfort and fluff. F!Reader kisses someone else, Law is jealous, lots of sex.
note: trying to get myself out of the rust, forgive any mistakes
You still wondered why your little arrangement had ended so abruptly. Spending so much of your time immersed and surrounded by water had its limitations, deprivations. Just as one thing leads to another, this small factor led you and your captain to create a little arrangement.
Just stress relief, just unloading the load.
So it wasn't uncommon for a brief call to his office to end with you leaning against his desk while he thrust deep, your back marked with his bites. Something territorial even though didn't belong to anyone.
Perhaps that's why it was hard to understand when one random afternoon he stopped beside you, his words no more firm than a whisper on the wind. "We need to stop this. We need to go back to being just friends."
Since then, your only stress relief had been work. It had been shifts, research, battles, anything that could occupy your mind and dispel the stress and questions that haunted you. What wrong had you done to him? Now, you needed something more, something he was no longer willing to give you.
That's why, on that island, that night, you wore the best clothes and shoes. The best lipstick. Everything that could make you attractive to someone. Everything that could give you a little of that adrenaline rush you'd experienced and refused to leave your memory.
The loud music, the sweaty bodies, and the drinks flowing indicated that most of the people in that bar were looking for someone similar to you, which made you feel less guilty. You could see some familiar faces, friends from the crew; you would never criticize them. The pirate life was full of adventure, yet lonely. It was almost comical, the eagerness of the people who sailed the seas to find someone to be their harbor. You tried not to think about it too much, or you would be part of this big joke too, even if you refused to admit it.
The whiskey slashed down your throat, igniting your body and your senses. Your back pressed against the bar as you scanned the room.
"You look too serious for a place full of... fun." The last word echoed like a mockery from the man who stopped beside you.
"Fun, huh?" The new drink in your hands danced as you watched every movement of the ice. Uninterested in appearing interesting. "Sounds exactly like what I'm looking for."
That's how you ended up in some random corner. His hands running under your dress, rough and restless, aimlessly. His lips exploring your neck, moving down toward your breasts. So intense, so voracious, and yet, so wrong. Something was wrong, you felt wrong. Trying not to be rude, you pushed him away from your body, his eyes confused as if he'd crossed some line.
"Did I do something? I'm sorry, I thought..."
"No, it wasn't you." You gave him the best smile you could, even though you knew it would sound fake. "The problem is me."
The problem is that you're not him. Your thoughts screamed. It wasn't the same kind of adrenaline, it wasn't something that made you melt at the first touch. You'd been dumped and apparently weren't handling it well.
With a few more apologies, you walked back to the submarine you called home. Trying to avoid talking, you just smiled and waved to everyone you met along the way. Your body guided you automatically, and before you knew it, you were already standing in front of a room that wasn't yours.
"I'm stupid, I must be really stupid." You muttered softly to yourself, ready to turn around and head toward your real room.
"Come in." Law's voice reached you before you could see him open the door a crack. Your eyes met for a brief moment, too intense for you to bear. "Please," he insisted, and you saw no other option but to accept.
The room remained the same. His scent was everywhere, books stacked in a corner, a few posters hanging. Step by step, you stopped in one of the corners while he leaned against the table.
"How can I help you, Captain?" Your voice was weaker than you expected, your heart pounding, almost leaping out of your body.
"Cut the captain crap." He pushed himself off the table and walked until he stood in front of you, millimeters away.
You could see something in the way he looked at you, in how he seemed to control his every move. His face moved closer to yours, first his forehead gently meeting yours, his eyes closing just like yours. Beyond his woodsy scent, you could smell the alcohol that was definitely not coming from you alone.
"I was stupid to stop everything between us so abruptly." he said as if the words couldn't be forced out of his lips. Your hands rested on his chest, the doubt that reached your fingertips - push him away or pull him closer. Your fingers clenched in his shirt. "One last time?"
"Please." The plea sounded desperate, just as he advanced on you.
One of his hands held your body against the wall as his lips entwined with yours. As soon as he cushioned the impact, that hand immediately dropped to your waist while the other fumbled for the lock. He invaded your mouth, stealing all your breath and attention. You could feel the remnants of your lipstick smear across his face as his tongue slid across yours.
Effortlessly, Law's hands lifted you, pinning you to his waist, and hurried to the bed. He sat down and held you there on top of him. The kisses that had previously taken over your lips moved down to your neck. Feeling his bulge beneath your intimate area, it was almost impossible not to seek more contact, your hips shifting involuntarily.
"You smell like someone..." He growled against the skin of your neck. "Crew told me you were out, I didn't know it was for this."
"I just needed to feel something." You moaned, feeling his still-covered cock hit you where you needed it. His hands began to help you, pressing your hips against his, forcing you to move back and forth.
"Funny thing." He chuckled cynically, and you felt his teeth against your skin. "And in the end, who's making you moan?"
His movements intensified, neither of you caring who might hear. It wouldn't make a difference; after all, you couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. Your nails dug into his shoulder, a knot forming in your stomach.
"You said you didn't want to anymore." Your face rested on one of his shoulders, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "Law, please."
"I'm such a fucking hypocrite. I say no, but I can barely bear the thought of you with someone else." The mumble seemed to be some out loud thought of his, something Law had accidentally missed.
"Law ngh need more."
As one of his hands helped you move, the other moved down to the soaked cloth separating you. He pulled it aside, and his fingers easily found your clit. Delicious swirls traced as your voice turned to sobs.
"Don't stop, 'so close."
"That's it babe. Give it to me and I'll give you exactly what you need, hm fuck."
Your legs tightened against his body, and you used his neck to try to muffle the scream that escaped your lips. Still, his fingers followed a slow, tortuous path to your entrance.
"Oh Law." you groaned, feeling two of his fingers invade you at once.
"Babe, you needed my attention so much that you had to go after another guy? I can't leave my girl needy like this."
His fingers slipped out of you in one go, eliciting a groan from you. Law signaled for you to stand, and you did, watching him throw off his own shirt. He gently found your back, placing kisses on the nape of your neck as he unbuckled the straps of your dress. The dress became a puddle of fabric on the floor as his lips ran down your back. His tattooed fingers swept your panties to the floor as well.
His kisses stopped at your ass, wetly kissing every inch of flesh he could reach. His nimble hands found their way to your entrance.
"So wet. You should be worried, maybe this is for the bum you kissed before coming here." His finger found your clit again, while his tongue circled your entrance. Your legs were shaking to the point where you had to lean against the bed. "Nah, pretty thing here is so responsive to me, she knows who her real owner is. Do you?"
"It's yours, Law, I'm all yours," you said between moans, feeling him explore your pussy with his tongue. "Just fuck me 'can't wait"
The abandonment of his mouth was enough for you to groan once more. Complaints were replaced by a soft moan as you felt him take in every inch of his cock and follow it up with a series of hard thrusts. What had been just one of your hands resting on the bed became your entire torso along one of your legs, as he fuck you vigorously.
"That's what you needed, isn't it? My babe needed me. How could I be so selfish?" He rambled on in a tone you knew. He was surrendered, and you loved it.
It was this feeling you craved. The feeling of surrender, of feeling something—that someone—dominate your body.
You tried to slide one of your hands to your clit, feeling the orgasm growing ever closer, but the hard slap on your ass made you back away.
"Only I'm going to touch you today, only me." Even with your back turned, you knew when Law's tone shifted to something darker and more cynical. "Have you been touching yourself enough?"
"How do you know?"
"You're not the most discreet thing in the world." He pulled you so that your back was pressed against his chest, the words tumbling from Law's lips breathlessly. "And I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same, thinking about your body, your mouth, about you."
His cock slipped out of you just long enough for him to turn you over and lay you on your back on the bed. He wedged himself between your legs and entered you again, inch by inch, his eyes fixed on your face.
"I need to see you." The way the words came out of him sent a shiver down your spine. There was something different about the way he looked at you.
He began thrusting more slowly—the opposite of his previous intensity—but deeper, the perfect angle. The way his hands roamed your body, how he hit precisely where you needed it most.
Everything hit you at once. This was it, this was the last time; you would never feel that way again. You tried to hold on as long as you could, trying to capture that moment between your fingers as you felt him press his face against yours. You felt him stop abruptly, one of his hands forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Hey, hey, do you want me to stop?" You quickly shook your head and felt his finger brush a single tear from your face. Ah, that was why, then.
"Iwish this last moment would last forever." You confessed and saw a sincere smile on his face.
"Me too." He sighed.
Just as he had done when you arrived, he pressed his face against yours, slowly resuming his movements. One of his hands went to your leg, lifting it and opening the way for him to go even deeper.
"Law!" his name began to tumble from your lips like a mantra.
"I'm here babe. Come on, come with me. Let me feel you, please."
His lips captured yours, a symphony of moans completing each other as you both reached your peak. The thrusts stopped before his lips had enough strength to leave yours. He lay beside you, shoulder to shoulder, breathing heavily. A heavy silence between you two.
Your breathing calmed, and the situation hit you like an avalanche. Before you could show it, you sat up and began to get dressed. Law remained watching you. When the dress was back on your body and your heels were dangling from your fingers, you took one last look at him.
"Thank you," you said, heading for the door.
"Wait," he asked, and for the first time in so many years together, you felt his voice waver. "It's not that I don't want us to continue this." He sat up, grabbing his underwear and pulling them on.
You suspected he was using it as a way of think more, at least it seemed written all over his face.
"It's okay, Law," you said without much confidence, hating the fact that your voice betrayed you, coming out shakier than expected.
"It's not just that, just sex. It hasn't been for a while." He leaned against the door, as if to keep you from running away. "And that's..."
"It hasn't just been sex for me either." You crossed your arms, your heels dangling in your hands. "I tried, I swear I tried to find someone else who made me feel this way, but it didn't work."
"And I just hated knowing you were looking for it." He laughed, albeit awkwardly. "I..." He paused and approached you, taking the heels from your hand and placing them on the floor. His hands gripped your arms, anchoring you there, to that reality. "I can't promise normalcy, I can't promise tranquility..."
"I can promise you I know all of this," you interrupted, emphasizing. "I can promise I'm here, regardless of all of this."
His hands on your arm wavered for a brief moment; you could feel them. His hands gently pulled you so that yours were drawn to his shoulders. His lips touched yours, slowly, unhurriedly. With a monotony the two of you weren't used to.
"Then stay here with me," he urged, kissing you once more. "We had our last time. Now it's time for our first."
LAW tried not to brag about it, of course it wasn't a huge feat, but deep inside him there was that repressed pride every time you thanked him with a big smile. That's why he was always on hand to please you. That meant that whenever you were on your period, your favorite sweets and medicine pills would appear on your bedside table. Or whenever you had a night shift, he would always show up to chat over a cup of coffee made just right for you - strong and sweet, even if he had a cup for himself with a completely different recipe. He would know your favorite food, your favorite book, and everything about the little world around you. He knew how to defend you from your fears, even if it was driving away two little bees that dared to follow you or checking if any food had shrimp that you were allergic to. He could face anything and everything, as long as the reward was seeing you happy.
SANJI naturally tried to please you, it was part of the relationship of course, but something always went beyond that between the two of you. More than your favorite dishes, he knew by heart and sautéed lost recipes from your homeland or even had tried to get as close as possible to the stew you said was popular in your family. The ultimate reward was seeing your eyes light up. Sanji also knew how to listen to you like no one else and you were the only person he would let in the kitchen, after all, he knew that cooking helped you deal with any problem in your mind. He didn't say I love you, not in front of you. He could flirt and say it jokingly with other people but with you it had a different meaning.
They include you in their routine
CROCODILE wasn't a man of feelings. No, that was just a delay for him. What he didn't count on was that one of the affiliates of his company would catch his eye. It wasn't something carnal, which attracted him even more. That's how you went from being one of the company's employees to someone high up in the ranks, which made the line between the two of you increasingly tenuous. He wasn't good with words, with feelings, but somehow his way worked on you and you, unlike him, were great at it. With each day growing closer to his life, it didn't take long for you to end up cuddled in his lap, not being malicious and explaining ideas on how to approach a plan. He was fascinated. He might not be good with words, but he could hear them from your mouth for a lifetime.
ZORO always had to act nonchalant, in his own way. Until you arrived. A ray of sunshine that sometimes forced him to squint to be able to look at you. He didn't expect that such brightness would become essential in his life and he needed to pull you closer and closer. He was terrible with this kind of approach and considering that the crew's cook was one of the only people he could ask for a tip, he preferred to take the risk on his own. At first he invited you for a drink and that night, he had to teach you about beers and alcohol and dealing with your adorable, clingy drunken form, he would never forget the way your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. You seemed natural next to him and that made him pull you even closer. After a while it was as if he had his own private sun by his side. The way your laughter echoed every time he failed to help you train was worth more than words
law x mythical zoan devil fruit eater reader that has some like tiger based devil fruit?💕 law would probably find it cute
Hi! Thanks for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I think that - not on purpose, pinky promise - I focusing more on the zoan side than the mythical one. I hope you can still enjoy it.
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Law knew it was a very well-planned ambush, but he believed he could handle it. His belief was soon dispelled when he saw the group scatter and your scream echoed throughout the small forest, scaring some birds and causing a tightness in the chest of your crewmates. It was your scream, a pure noise of horror.
"Captain..." Bepo's voice sounded lower than usual, an overwhelming concern crossing the eyes of those present.
"We need to split up and find her." Law replied, releasing the breath he hadn't even realized he had held. "Bart to the south, Bepo to the north and I'll take care of the other corners. Our meeting point is still the polar tang." The other two agreed and left.
You fell from the tree as soon as you felt the bad taste of the fruit on your palate. It lived up to all the complaints you had heard, it was horrible. The pains went away, but you could feel that your body had changed, you had become something new, but something inside you told you that this was something to be checked later.
Running through the trees, it didn't take long for you to find part of your group - more precisely, your captain in trouble. Without thinking much, you threw yourself towards the man who was attacking him, strangely noticing a huge paw coming out of you. What had you become?
As soon as you defeated him, you could see Law looking at you in surprise and it didn't take long for everything to go black.
Your first thought was "can I stay in bed for another five minutes?" and it passed as quickly as it had appeared, after all, you shouldn't even be there. As much as you tried to get up abruptly, two hands stopped you.
"Calm down! Calm down! It's all right, we're back at the polar tang." Law's voice sounded calm, his hands still holding you by the shoulders. "Are you okay?"
"What happened?" The question worked more like rhetoric, with your mind overwhelmed by memories. "Oh shit, what did I become? Your face was terrifying!"
"About that..." he began, seeming to be searching for something. As soon as he reached the book, he turned the image to you.
A white and huge bengal tiger apparently furious. Next to it was some information about what the animal was.
"A tiger?"
"A tiger." Law said and if you didn't know him well enough, you would say he looked dazzled. "You attacked our enemy and then passed out."
"Shit, what do I do now?"
"We can't go back, I think the best scenario is for you to adapt to the fruit, understand how it works." He explained and tried to sound as welcoming as possible. "But before that, you were already injured before you even ingested the fruit, so you're out of commission for a few days."
"Captain, I should..."
"Rest."
"And me too..."
"Complete rest." He said even more firmly. "Two days, I'll reevaluate you and we'll see how we can test your fruit."
The two days dragged on but still passed. As soon as Law said you were free, you ran to the nearest mirror - and somehow, pretended not to see him and the others following you to spy on what you were going to do.
Trying to concentrate, the first thing you managed to do was transform into a hybrid. Black and white stripes adorned your body along with a feline look and sharp claws.
"I don't think that's what I turned into." You said, turning to the small crowd of people at your door.
"Yeah, it really wasn't. Try to concentrate a little more." Law said and again, the curious glint was present in his eyes. Almost like a fascinated child.
Inhale, exhale. You concentrated as much as possible thinking about what had made you transform and nothing came to mind. Your other option to focus was the image Law had shown you. A huge white bengal tiger with black stripes, sharp fangs and an admirable posture.
"This is it." Law's voice caught your attention and when you opened your eyes, you could see the tiger there in the mirror, in your body.
You felt even stronger and more agile, but it was strange to be in that kind of body, that new kind of you.
"Oh look, she's turned into a kitten!" Bepo was the first to approach and even with the screams asking him to wait, he stroked your head and it was strangely comforting. "See? She's still our crewmate.
"I want to pet her too." Some voices said in unison.
Trying to save you from the many hands that wanted to touch you, Law invented that he needed everyone to leave, giving you time to get used to it.
"I can imagine that everything is different." He bent down to the height of your tiger form. "Can you speak?"
When you tested it, only a roar came out of your mouth, which drew a light laugh from the man.
"Okay, I think it's too early for that." He touched your head and slid his fingers to the back of your ear, giving you a brief caress that made you purr involuntarily.
Law just smiled at you and stood up, waving before leaving you alone. He would resist admitting it, but you had become even cuter.
It wasn't long before you returned to human form and established the agreement that you would gradually try stay in your animal form, trying to get used to it and Law couldn't take his eyes off you.
He had already caught you licking your own paws and even trying to nibble Bepo - who ran around the entire submarine - besides Shachi and Penguin having discovered that you would react like any other puppy when seeing a ball or a string hanging down. You had noticed that you had instincts that went beyond your will too.
Law tried to just enjoy it, but it was impossible not to want to pet you as soon as you lay down at the foot of his table for a nap or when you - in your tiger form - tried to steal the snacks from his food plate. It was adorable, but he wouldn't admit it.
On cold nights, the group would cuddle up to you and Bepo trying to find warmth in your fur - even Law would get between the two of you. And in the heat, everyone else had to deal with the tantrums of the two of you too.
And that's why Law would always give you ice chips, and that Bepo would never know that you would earn a little more. And also that Law would always give you some kind of affection whenever he passed by you. Having a tiger on board wasn't as scary as it seemed.
Extra:
With all the tests, changes and incidents that a pirate life can have, you hadn't told your allies about your transformation and that was all Law needed to take away Kid's peace.
While the two were talking, you silently transformed into a tiger and appeared behind him. The man's first reaction was to scream in fright, moving away and cursing Law for not helping him. As soon as he got ready to attack, Law promptly acted, taking you away and placing you next to him while, amid cynical laughter, he explained to Kid that you were his partner. And as always, his tattooed fingers slid through your black and white fur. The gesture becoming a sweet and involuntary habit.
