Can you do Ace, Sabo, and Law reacting to fem!reader belly dancing?
They're on a mission and she has to disguise herself as one of the dancers in order to get intel about a trafficking ring. Reader usually dresses in baggy clothes and tends to hide during parties so I imagine they'd be quite shocked.
Belly Dancing
fem!reader
characters: ace, sabo, law
a/n: sorry for the wait! I tried to make them all different so I hope I didn't change too much your request
tags: established relationship, mission, fluff
word count: around 1.4k - 2.3k each
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── .✦ Ace:
You stand in front of the mirror, heart hammering, staring at the shimmering costume in your hands.
The coins and sheer fabric feel… wrong. Too revealing for your usual style.
Your face burns but then you take a deep breath and slip it on, the cold fabric and metal brushing your skin.
You try to cover yourself with your hands as best you can as you exit your room to show the crew that's waiting.
“Guys… do I really have to?” you whisper, your voice small.
The room is quiet for a beat. Everyone in the room turns to look at you… their eyes widen, mouths hang open. Absolute silence.
And there he is… your boyfriend Ace.
His face goes from pure shock to full-blown panic in less than a second.
“HEY! Stop staring! Everyone!” he yells, voice booming.
He flails his arms, trying to block everyone’s view “Eyes! Cover your eyes!”
Some of the crewmates quickly obey, others are still frozen. Ace steps in front of you, arms wide, shielding you like a human wall.
You feel your chest loosen, and a wave of relief hits you. You hug him tightly, leaning into the warmth and safety.
He presses his body closer, still glaring at anyone daring to glance “If anyone so much as looks again, I swear—”
You giggle nervously “Thanks… I feel way better now.”
Ace keeps holding and covering you as he walks, moving you both away from the crowd.
Once you’re alone, he finally lets go but his gaze locks on you, deep and steady.
“You… you don’t have to do this,” he says softly, his voice low and careful “if it makes you feel too uncomfortable.”
Your heart skips a beat. You bite your lip, torn. You want to say no. You should say no. But the mission… the crew…
Ace sees right through you and a small, knowing smirk curls his lips.
“Anyway,” he says, softer now but teasing, “you’re really, really, reaaaaaally beautiful! I’m so lucky to have you. I bet everyone’s even more jealous now!”
Your cheeks heat up, but a small smile slips through. He always knows exactly what to say, even when you’re embarrassed.
Later on, you walk with the crew toward the club, trying not to think about the outfit. The coins still jingle with every step, reminding you how exposed you feel.
“Just act natural.” someone says behind you.
You whisper, “I can’t act natural like this…”
Right before you enter, a hand grabs your wrist.
You turn and see Ace.
He leans closer, voice low “Don’t worry. I’ll be in there too… watching.”
You freeze, then you frown at him like he just insulted your whole family.
“That makes it even worse!” you whisper-yell.
He grins wide, way too pleased “Oh, I know.”
Your face burns “You’re unbelievable!”
You quickly turn and rush inside before he can say anything else but you can feel his eyes on you.
He loves teasing you way too much.
Backstage is busy. Dancers move around, fixing outfits, makeup, talking, laughing. You try to focus. You gather information, listen to conversations, spot guards…
“Hey, you’re new?” one dancer asks.
“Yeah,” you nod quickly “first night.”
She smiles “Just follow us. You’ll be fine.”
Yeah… sure… fine…
Before you can think more, you’re pushed toward the stage. The music starts and the lights hit you.
You step out with the other dancers.
Okay… okay… just move…
You start dancing, trying to follow the rhythm, copying the others. Your hips sway, your arms move, coins ringing softly.
Then you spot Ace right there in the crowd, staring.
Your face burns instantly “Why is he staring like that?!” you mumble under your breath.
You try to hide behind another dancer, shifting slightly.
“Hey,” the girl next to you whispers sharply, “keep the formation!”
“Sorry!” you whisper back, panicking, moving back into place.
Then suddenly, the music slows.
The presenter steps forward with a big grin “And now… a solo performance from each of our girls!”
Your eyes go wide “No. No no no no—”
You slowly try to step back, turn and casually walk away.
A hand grabs your arm.
“Nope!” a dancer says, smiling too sweetly.
“I think I’m sick,” you whisper “very sick. Dying, actually.”
She laughs “You’ll survive.”
One by one, the dancers go, called by the presenter.
“And now our sweet Y/N!!”
You freeze and before you can react, someone pushes you forward.
You stumble into the center “Wait!”
Too late. You stand still for one second. Heart racing and mind blank.
Then you inhale slowly.
You can do this.
You move slowly at first, shy, then smoother.
Your body follows the rhythm, hips rolling, arms flowing. The coins sing with every motion.
The room goes quiet for a moment, as they see your shyness transform into a weird confidence, and then loud cheers.
The crowd loves you.
You blink, surprised, but keep going.
At the back Ace is frozen, completely stunned, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.
The men start shouting.
“Look at her!”
“She’s amazing!”
“Hey, over here!”
Ace’s expression changes slowly from shock to not okay.
“…yeah, no…” he mutters.
He walks to the side, as if he's searching for something.
He spots a smoke detector and a small grin appears.
A spark from his hand.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The alarm goes off loud and sharp.
Panic spreads instantly.
“Fire!”
“Get out!”
The crowd rushes toward the exit. Chaos everywhere but you stay there because you saw him.
Soon, the room is empty except for you and Ace.
You walk toward Ace slowly, arms crossing. You shake your head, trying to look serious.
“I saw you.” you say.
He shrugs, way too casual “No idea what you’re talking about.”
You narrow your eyes but your lips twitch as you’re trying so hard not to laugh.
“Really?”
“Really.” he grins.
You look away for a second, biting your lip, shoulders shaking slightly.
“You’re unbelievable…” you say, but your voice is softer now.
Ace steps closer “They were yelling too much.”
“Oh? That’s your excuse?”
“Yep. Headache.”
You finally look at him again, and this time you can’t hide the smile.
“…Idiot.”
Ace grins like he just won something “Yeah, but your idiot.”
You roll your eyes but then you step closer and wrap your arms around him.
He freezes for half a second… then melts. His arms come around you fast, pulling you tight against his chest like he doesn’t want to let go.
“You okay?” he murmurs softly, his chin resting on your head.
You nod against him “Yeah… I am now.”
There’s a small silence then he pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are softer now.
“You were amazing…” he says.
You blink “Huh?”
“Your dance,” he adds, like it’s obvious “it was… wow. I mean, I knew you were beautiful, but—” he stops, scratching his cheek, suddenly shy “That was something else.”
Your cheeks heat up again “Ace…”
“No, really,” he continues, more serious now “not just the dance. Everything. You were brave. You went in there even if you were uncomfortable. You helped the crew.”
His hand gently takes yours “I’m… really proud of you.”
Your heart skips. You look down for a second, then back up at him, smiling softly “You’re gonna make me cry, you know?”
He laughs “Hey, I’m just telling the truth.”
You tilt your head, teasing “Since when are you this sweet?”
“Since you looked like that on stage.” he shoots back instantly.
You gasp, lightly hitting his arm “Ace!”
He laughs louder this time and before you can say anything else, you lean in and kiss him.
It’s soft and gentle, a little shy at first.
He freezes for a second then kisses you back, just as soft, just as warm.
When you pull away, he’s smiling like an idiot.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmurs.
“Oh? Why?” you ask.
He leans closer “Because now I don’t want anyone to ever see you like that.”
You laugh “Too late.”
He pretends to think “Yeah… guess I’ll just have to keep you for myself.”
Before you can answer, he suddenly lifts you up.
“Wha—Ace!”
He spins you around, laughing as you cling to him. The coins on your outfit jingle loudly.
“You’re impossible!” you laugh.
“And you love it!”
He stops spinning, but doesn’t put you down yet. Instead, he looks at you again, soft, warm, a little breathless.
“…Yeah,” you whisper “I do.”
He smiles and then he leans in again.
This kiss is deeper… still soft but full of something stronger. And for that moment, the mission, the danger, the chaos… everything disappears.
It’s just you and him.
── .✦ Sabo:
The room is quiet as the plan is explained. Maps spread across the table, voices low and serious.
Sabo stands at the front, one hand on the table, the other holding a paper.
“There’s a club,” he says, calm and clear “High-profile guests. Illegal trades happen in private rooms. We need someone inside.”
You lean against the wall, arms crossed, listening.
“One of the easiest ways in,” he continues, “is through the dancers. They move freely. They hear things.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“A dancer?” someone asks.
Sabo nods “Yes. It’s the best option.”
He pauses for a second, then his eyes move to you.
You notice but stay silent waiting for the details.
“…No.” he says right after, straightening “Actually… no. Maybe we should send someone else.”
You blink “…What?”
The others look between you and him.
“It’s just…” Sabo clears his throat, suddenly very focused on the map, “it might be… uncomfortable. The outfit, the attention—”
You push yourself off the wall, walking closer as a small smile appears on your lips “That sounds fun, actually.”
Sabo freezes.
“…Fun?” he repeats slowly.
You nod “Yeah. Sneaking around, dancing, getting secrets, new outfits? Sounds like a good time.”
He stares at you like you just said something illegal.
“…You’re serious?” he says quietly.
“Very.”
There’s a pause, then Sabo exhales slowly, setting the paper down “It’s not just ‘dancing.’”
You tilt your head “I figured.”
He finally looks at you properly now. Not as a commander or as someone explaining a plan. Just… you.
“You don’t like attention like that…” he says gently “You avoid it, actually.”
You shrug “Usually yeah.”
“Usually.” he repeats “And this isn’t just attention. It’s a room full of dangerous people watching you. Judging you. Getting close.”
You hold his gaze, calm “I can handle dangerous people.”
“I know that.” he says immediately without hesitation or doubt “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
That makes you pause.
“…Then what?”
Sabo’s voice softens “I’m worried you’ll force yourself to be okay with something you’re not.”
The room goes quiet again, everyone looking at the scene with much attention.
He isn't arguing or ordering you, he’s just… worried.
You smile a little softer now.
“I said it sounds fun.” you remind him.
He huffs lightly “You also say that before doing things that stress you out.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.” he says, almost amused “You smile like that when you’re about to challenge yourself.”
You cross your arms again “…And what if I am?”
Sabo doesn’t answer right away. He studies you, thoughtful. Then he sighs, a small smile appearing “…Then I won’t stop you.”
You raise an eyebrow “That easy?”
“No,” he admits “not easy.”
He steps a little closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear “But I trust you.”
Your chest tightens just a bit.
“And,” he adds, softer, “I’ll be right there if you need anything. You won’t be alone in this.”
You look at him for a moment, then grin again but this time more playful “See? Now it sounds even more fun.”
Sabo shakes his head, a quiet laugh escaping him “…You’re impossible.”
“And you still picked me for the mission.” you shoot back.
He gives you a look “I didn’t.”
“You did.” you say, pointing at him.
A few people in the room snort quietly. Sabo sighs, but there’s a smile on his lips now.
“…Fine,” he says “we’ll go with the dancer plan.”
You nod, satisfied, but as the meeting continues, you catch the way his gaze lingers on you quietly making sure you’re really okay.
Koala claps her hands once “Alright! Come on, we don’t have much time!”
Before you can react, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.
“Wait—hey!” you laugh as you’re dragged away.
Ivankov follows behind, already smiling “Ohhh, this will be fun! Leave everything to us!”
“I’m suddenly scared…” you mumble.
“You should be!” Koala grins.
Some time later…
You stare at yourself in the mirror “…Oh.”
The outfit is… different.
It fits perfectly, light fabric wrapping around you, coins and gold details catching the light. Your usual baggy clothes feel like a distant memory now.
Your makeup is soft but glowing, your eyes highlighted, your lips just enough to stand out.
You turn slightly, watching how the fabric moves, curious “Hm…”
Koala beams behind you “See? Told you!”
Ivankov clasps their hands dramatically “A vision! A star! The crowd will faint!”
You tilt your head “It’s not as uncomfortable as I thought.”
Koala crosses her arms proudly “Because we’re amazing.”
“…You are” you admit.
Ivankov suddenly grins wider “Now, let’s show the others.”
You blink “…Wait, what?”
Too late.
The main room is loud again, people talking, laughing, until Ivankov’s voice booms “ATTENTION EVERYONE!”
Silence falls instantly.
Sabo looks up from the table, slightly confused “…What are you—”
“Prepare yourselves,” Ivankov continues dramatically, “for a transformation like no other!”
Koala pushes the door open wider.
“And now…” Ivankov gestures grandly.
You step in.
You don’t pose and obviously, you don’t try to impress.
You just walk in slowly, looking around with curiosity, adjusting a small detail on your outfit like this is all… new, interesting.
“Oh… so this is how it looks in this light…” you murmur, more to yourself than anyone.
Silence.
Then they explode.
“Whoa.”
“Is that really—?”
“No way…”
Compliments start pouring in.
“You look amazing!”
“That suits you so well!”
“I didn’t even recognize you!”
You blink, a bit surprised but smiling “Really?”
Sabo says nothing… he’s completely still. Frozen.
His eyes are on you, wide, but not in shock, but… something close, like his mind is trying to catch up.
You notice him and tilt your head slightly “What?”
No answer, then he finally exhales, almost like he forgot to breathe.
“…You…” he starts, then stops.
That alone makes a few people go quiet again.
Sabo always has words.
Always.
He rubs the back of his neck, looking at you again, slower this time, taking in the details but not in a way that feels heavy or uncomfortable, more like careful and thoughtful.
“…It suits you…” he says finally.
Simple words, but his voice is softer than usual.
You smile a little “That’s it?”
A few people laugh.
Sabo huffs quietly, almost embarrassed “I mean it.”
He steps closer, stopping just in front of you.
“You look…” he pauses again, searching, “…like yourself. Just… different.”
You raise an eyebrow “That’s a weird compliment.”
“It’s not,” he says, shaking his head slightly “it means you’re always beautiful… even when… differently.”
That makes your smile soften.
Koala nudges someone next to her, whispering, “He’s in deep.”
Sabo ignores them all completely as his focus stays on you.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.
You nod “Yeah. I told you, didn’t I?”
He studies your face for a second longer, like he’s checking if you’re hiding anything.
Then he smiles small and relieved “…You did.”
You spin lightly once, the coins jingling “So? Mission approved?”
Sabo lets out a soft breath, almost amused now “Mission approved.”
Then, after a beat “…Just be careful.”
You grin “Always.”
But as you walk past him, you feel his gaze following you again… quietly impressed… and maybe a little… in awe.
Later on, when the music starts, you don’t hesitate and step onto the stage like you belong there.
Your body follows the rhythm naturally. Controlled, but free. Confident, even if you’re still learning the steps. The coins on your outfit catch the light every time you turn.
And for a moment you forget the mission too.
From the shadows, Sabo watches and so do the others, they stay hidden, blended into the edges of the club and outside, watching through half-lit corners.
Sabo doesn’t blink. At first, he’s focused, observing, noting guards, exits, guests. Then you move again and something shifts.
Because this isn’t the same you as always, this isn’t the you in baggy clothes who leans against walls and listens quietly.
This is something else. Present, light and alive in a way that pulls attention without asking for it.
Sabo’s hand stills mid-note.
“…Huh.” someone near him whispers, barely audible.
But his mind is no longer tracking exits or threats, he’s tracking you and he doesn’t even fully understand why.
It’s not just that you’re beautiful, because to him you always are. It’s the way you look like you’re actually enjoying it.
Sabo exhales slowly.
“…That’s unfair…” he murmurs under his breath.
Koala, somewhere nearby, quietly snorts.
The music ends and applause rises.
You step off the stage quickly, making your way back through the side passage. Focused and serious now.
And the moment you reach the other and you all meet back at your hideout, you try to tell them every detail before you forget.
“I got it…” you say immediately, almost breathless but excited “The guards rotate every twenty minutes, but there’s a gap near the west corridor. I heard two of them talking about a shipment… tomorrow night, not tonight… also there’s a hidden door behind the storage room, I think it leads to—”
Someone is already writing it all down.
“—to the lower level,” you continue quickly, “but I didn’t see the full path, I need to go back—”
Once you finish everyone leaves to do their own thing. You turn to Sabo, who's staring at you still and silent… and blushing enough to notice if you’re looking closely.
You blink “…Sabo?”
No answer.
You wave a hand in front of his face slightly “Earth to Sabo?”
Still nothing.
You frown “Wait—did I mess up the info? Was I wrong? Hey, talk to me, why aren’t you saying anything?”
Now you’re actually starting to worry.
“I can go back in, I swear I just need—”
“Stop.”
His voice is quiet.
You pause.
He blinks once, finally focusing again like he just returned from somewhere far away.
“Sorry…” he says.
You narrow your eyes “That’s not an explanation.”
Sabo exhales slowly, running a hand over his face, then he looks at you again.
“I wasn’t listening…” he admits.
You freeze “What?”
He gives a small, almost helpless smile.
“I wasn’t listening,” he repeats “I heard you. I just… didn’t process it. Didn't even notice everyone left the room…”
Your eyes widen “Sabo. That’s literally your job right now.”
“I know.” he says immediately.
Silence falls between you both.
You cross your arms “So what were you doing?”
Sabo looks at you for a long moment then he exhales again, quieter this time “…Thinking.”
“That’s worse.”
Finally a small laugh escapes him at that, but then he shakes his head slightly, like he’s still trying to understand himself.
“But,” he says softly, “obviously not thinking about the mission.”
That makes you stop completely.
Sabo’s gaze drops for a second, then lifts again to you.
“For the first time,” he admits, “I wasn’t focused on it at all.”
Your expression softens a little “…Oh.”
He smiles faintly. Not embarrassed anymore. Just honest.
“And I think,” he adds, quieter, “that’s your fault.”
You blink “Excuse me?”
Now he laughs soft and real.
“No,” he corrects gently “not a bad thing.”
He steps a little closer, enough that his voice drops again “…Just… you were very distracting.”
You stare at him, then scoff lightly “That’s your professional conclusion?”
“Yes.”
You shake your head, trying not to smile too much “Unbelievable.”
Sabo’s eyes linger on you for a second longer.
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
You shift your weight slightly, suddenly aware of the way he’s still looking at you.
“…What?” you ask, a little self-conscious now.
Sabo blinks, like he got caught again, then he smiles small, warm and real.
“Nothing.” he says.
You narrow your eyes “That didn’t look like nothing.”
He huffs a quiet laugh “It’s just…”
He pauses, searching for the right words again.
“You were amazing, really.” he says finally.
You blink “The dance?”
He shakes his head slightly “Not just that.”
His gaze softens even more.
“You went in there, did something completely out of your comfort zone, stayed calm, got the information we needed…” his voice drops just a little “…and you still looked like you.”
Your chest tightens.
You try to play it off, looking to the side “You already said that.”
“I’m saying it again.” he replies gently.
You glance back at him.
He’s closer now and you didn’t even notice when that happened.
“…I like every version of you.” he adds quietly.
That makes your heart skip.
“The one who hides in oversized clothes,” he continues, almost thoughtful, “the one who observes everything before speaking…” his eyes meet yours again “And this one too.”
You swallow softly “…This one?”
“The one who walks into a room full of strangers and makes them stop what they’re doing.”
Your face warms “I wasn’t trying to do that.”
“I know,” he says “that’s why it works.”
Silence falls again but softer this time.
You let out a small breath, smiling “You’re being very nice today.”
“Don’t get used to it.” he teases lightly.
You laugh and then you reach for him without really thinking. Your hand catches his sleeve, pulling him just a little closer.
He freezes for a second but then relaxes instantly.
“…Hey.” he murmurs.
“Hey.” you echo softly.
You lean in first. The kiss is gentle and soft, almost hesitant at the start, like testing the moment or teasing.
Sabo responds right away, one hand coming up to rest lightly at your cheek, steady and warm.
When you pull back, his forehead rests against yours.
“…You’re dangerous.” he murmurs, a small smile on his lips.
You huff a quiet laugh “You too.”
“Not like this.” he replies.
You tilt your head “Like what?”
He looks at you for a second longer “…Like someone who can make me forget about a mission.”
You smile softly “…Then I guess I did a good job.”
He lets out a quiet breath, amused “…You did it all.”
And this time, when he leans in, the kiss is a little deeper but still soft and warm like he always is.
── .✦ Law:
Maps are spread across the table, notes scattered, a low hum of voices filling the room.
Law stands at the center, arms crossed, eyes scanning the notes and the information.
“There’s a club,” he says, tone calm as always “high-end clients. Illegal deals happen in private rooms.”
You lean against the wall, listening.
“We need someone inside,” he continues “preferably someone who can move freely without raising suspicion.”
Voices echo around the room.
Shachi leans forward “What kind of role are we talking about?”
Law flips a page “…Dancer… a belly dancer…”
Silence.
Then the room goes kinda wild.
“Ohhh.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Smart.”
You raise an eyebrow slightly.
“A dancer?” you repeat.
Law nods once “They have access to most areas. Less scrutiny.”
Penguin suddenly slams his hands on the table “Alright. It’s decided.”
Everyone looks at him.
“It’s between Y/N and Ikkaku then!” he declares dramatically.
You blink “Wait—what?”
Shachi nods seriously “Yeah, unless you want to see Penguin in a belly dancer outfit...”
Silence again.
Penguin puts a hand on his chin, thinking.
“…Mmh,” he hums “I can see myself in it.”
You choke on your own breath.
“NO!” multiple voices say at once.
“I would be fabulous!” Penguin insists.
“You would be a disaster…” Shachi shoots back.
“I have the hips for it.”
“You absolutely do not.”
“I can learn!”
“You will not.”
Law pinches the bridge of his nose “…Focus.”
You’re still trying not to laugh.
“Okay, okay,” Shachi says, waving a hand “so… Y/N or Ikkaku?”
You turn to the side “Ikkaku?”
You look around the room again “…Wait.”
You narrow your eyes “She left, didn’t she.”
Shachi suddenly finds the wall very interesting.
Penguin whistles.
“…Traitor…” you mutter.
A sigh leaves your lips as you push yourself off the wall.
“Well,” you say, stretching your arms slightly, “I guess I have no choice.”
You shrug “I’ll do it.”
A few cheers go up immediately.
“That’s the spirit!”
“We believe in you!”
“Way better than Penguin!”
“HEY!”
You ignore them, looking toward Law instead.
He hasn’t said anything, not a single word, he just… keeps watching you, observing carefully, like he’s trying to picture something he hasn’t seen yet.
“…You’re sure?” he asks finally.
His voice is calm but there’s a slight pause before the question.
You nod “Yeah. It’s fine.”
Law studies you for another second.
“…You understand what the role involves?” he says.
You smirk slightly “Dancing. Looking pretty. Getting information.”
A pause.
“…More or less.”
Another pause.
Then Law nods once “…Alright.”
Simple.
But his gaze lingers a little longer than usual, like he’s still thinking or trying to imagine it.
And omg… you get the feeling he has no idea what’s coming.
The night air is cool when you reach the club. The music is already loud from outside, lights flashing behind the doors.
You adjust your hoodie, hoping to find a dancer outfit inside.
“Alright,” you whisper to yourself, “easy.”
A guard stops you at the entrance, arms crossed.
“Name?” he asks, unimpressed.
You don’t even hesitate.
“I’m not a guest, I'm a dancer.” you say simply, tilting your head.
Then, as you see him hesitate, you offer him a small sarcastic smile “…Do you want to go in and dance instead?”
The guard blinks and looks at you up and down.
Then he steps aside “…Go.”
You nod once and walk in like you belong there.
From a distance, hidden in the shadows the crew watches.
A collective sigh of relief escapes them.
“She’s in.”
“That worked way too easily.”
“I was ready to fight that guy.”
Penguin crosses his arms “See? Confidence. That’s the key.”
Shachi nudges him “You would’ve started dancing at the door.”
“I stand by my method.”
They snicker quietly.
But then they glance at Law and pause, he's not talking or moving.
He keeps staring at the door, not even blinking.
“…Captain?” Shachi calls lightly.
Law’s eyes don’t leave the entrance.
Penguin leans closer to Shachi, whispering “He hasn’t blinked in like… a minute.”
“Two.” Shachi whispers back.
“Three.” someone adds quietly.
“…Should we be concerned?”
“Nah,” Shachi mutters, “we should be entertained.”
A small snort is quickly covered.
Law still doesn’t react.
“…He’s doing it again.” Penguin murmurs.
“Doing what?”
“That thing where he pretends he’s calm but he’s actually losing his mind.”
Shachi nods seriously “Ah. Classic.”
Another crew member leans in, “You think he’s worried about the mission?”
They all glance at Law again, then back at each other.
“…Sure…” Penguin says slowly.
“Yeah,” Shachi adds, clearly not convinced “The mission…Definitely not about Y/N specifically.”
They both nod very seriously.
“He hasn’t looked away once.” Penguin whispers and so does everyone else around.
Meanwhile Law finally shifts slightly but his gaze is still locked on the door… waiting, calculating and thinking.
“You all stop now.” he says suddenly.
The crew freezes then slowly they turn toward him.
Penguin says “We’re just talking about the mission.”
Law narrows his eyes slightly “…You weren’t.”
Silence.
“We were talking about how professional you look right now.” Penguin says.
“…Very focused.”
“…Very calm.”
Law stares at them as they smile too wide and too fake.
“…Shut up.” Law mutters.
That’s all he says, while his gaze goes right back to the door.
After like an hour or so — BOOM.
The ground shakes slightly, then another explosion.
Lights flicker, music cuts off and screams follow.
“What the—?!”
“That came from inside!”
Everyone tenses instantly.
Law’s sword is already in his hand as he steps forward, eyes sharp, ready to move.
“Captain—”
“I know.” he cuts in, voice low.
Smoke starts to spill out from the entrance.
Law’s gaze hardens. He’s about to move, at leats until the door bursts open and you run out… smiling.
Smoke curls around you, spreading behind like a curtain, hiding everything inside.
“Out of the way!” you call, waving a hand as you keep moving.
The crew freezes for half a second then relief hits all at once.
“She’s okay!”
“Told you!”
“Did she just blow the place up?!”
Law doesn’t say anything but his shoulders drop slightly as the tension leaves him in one quiet breath.
He lowers his sword and waits.
You finally reach them, slowing down, hands on your knees as you catch your breath.
“Okay—” you inhale sharply, “—that was a lot.”
You blink, looking up, Law is walking toward you.
Then he suddenly stops right in front of you.
The crew looks between you and him.
“…Why did he stop?” Penguin whispers.
“No idea.” Shachi whispers back.
“…Is he broken?”
“Possibly.”
You straighten up, your breathing slowly returning to normal “…Law?”
No answer, he’s just standing there looking at you, silent.
You frown slightly “…Why aren’t you asking about the info I got? Or why I needed explosions and stuff to run away?”
Nothing… not even a “report” or a nod… just silence.
You’re confused by all this now “…Did I do something wrong?”
That seems to snap him out of it. He becomes very aware of the crew, the situation and of himself.
He clears his throat.
“…We’ll discuss it later.” he says, tone suddenly composed again “…Let’s go back to the Polar Tang.”
The crew pauses then nods but as they start walking you hear them whispering.
“…Did you see his face?”
“He completely froze.”
“I’ve never seen that before.”
“I think it's the outfit.”
“Yeah, it broke him.”
“…What?” you mumble, glancing around and then you look down.
You’re finally aware that you’re still wearing the dancer outfit “…Oh.”
Your face warms slightly “That explains a lot.”
You instinctively move your arms a bit, trying to cover yourself but before you can, a coat drops over your shoulders.
You look up and see Law, even if he doesn’t look at you back.
“…You’ll catch a cold.” he says simply.
You pull the coat a little closer around you, a small smile forming despite yourself.
The crew is watching and definitely judging and trying not to laugh.
Law ignores them completely.
Side by side you walk back.
At the Polar Tang the crew gets louder.
“You BLEW UP the place?!”
“I didn’t blow it up, I just… encouraged chaos!” you defend, laughing.
“That’s blowing it up!”
“Details!”
The room fills with laughter, voices overlapping, energy high now that everyone is safe.
Someone hands you water while someone else keeps asking questions.
“And the guards?”
“And the back room?”
“And the shipment?”
You answer between laughs, explaining everything you remember while someone writes it down properly.
“Hey Y/N!” Penguin calls out, leaning back in his chair.
You look over “Yeah?”
He grins “…Did you learn any dance?”
The room goes quiet for half a second then they explode again with enthusiasm.
“OH?!”
“Wait, yeah!”
“Show us!”
You laugh, shaking your head “You guys are unbelievable.”
“Come on!” Shachi adds “Just a little!”
You’re about to answer but then you glance to the side at Law. He’s sitting slightly apart from the group, as usual, trying to look completely uninterested and unaffected… but his hat is pulled lower than normal and his ears are definitely red.
You stare for a second then smile.
You turn back to the crew, still grinning.
“Sorry, guys.” you say casually.
They lean in.
“…That’s a private show for that grumpy man over there.” you say, pointing directly at
The room explodes.
“OOOOHHHH?!”
“NO WAY—”
“CAPTAIN?!”
“DISGUSTING!”
“I SUPPORT THIS!”
“I DO NOT SUPPORT THIS!”
Meanwhile Law isn't moving at all but the red on his ears spreads just a little more.
“…Y/N…” he says slowly.
You grin wider “Yes, Captain?”
“…Don’t start things you can’t finish.”
The crew goes wild again.
“OH?!”
“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”
“CAPTAIN?!”
You laugh, raising your hands slightly “Relax, relax…”
But your eyes stay on him and his stay on you, embarrassed.
“Careful,” you tease softly “you sound interested.”
Law exhales slowly through his nose “…I’m not.”
“Sure…” you hum.
The crew is still yelling in the background, half of them cheering, half of them pretending to be traumatized.
This is way too fun.
The submarine is quieter now that the crew has finally calmed down and moved somewhere else to keep laughing about earlier.
You step into your room, adjusting the coat around your shoulders, remembering the moment Law gave it to you.
“Finally some peace…” you mumble.
The door opens again behind you and you don’t even need to turn to know who that is. “…You followed me.”
“Coincidence.” Law replies flatly.
You snort “In my room? Sure..”
There’s a short silence, then you turn around and catch him looking at you again.
You smirk.
“…So,” you start, stepping a little closer, “about that private show.”
Law exhales slowly “…Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” you tease, tilting your head “You seemed very interested earlier.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You froze.”
“I did not.”
“You stopped functioning.”
“I was thinking.”
You grin “Dangerous.”
He narrows his eyes slightly but there’s no real bite to it. You take another step closer, lightly holding the edge of his coat around you.
“…You didn’t even ask about the mission…” you add, softer now.
That makes him pause “…I know.”
Your smirk becomes a smile “…That’s not like you… Trafalgar D. Water Law… Captain of the Heart Pirates…”
“I know who I am…” he says quietly.
There’s a brief silence again but then his hand moves slowly and carefully as he adjusts the coat on your shoulders, pulling it a bit closer around you.
“…You did well.” he says.
Simple but softer than usual.
You blink “…That’s it?”
Law glances at you “…What do you want me to say?”
You smile slightly “I don’t know. Something more… dramatic?”
“You went into a place like that,” he says slowly, “did something you’re clearly not used to…” his hand lingers near your arm “…and you didn’t lose yourself in it even if it was uncomfortable for you.”
You look at him for a second “…You noticed?”
“I notice things.” he replies simply.
Of course he does.
You laugh quietly “You mean you stare a lot.”
“…Don’t push it now.”
You grin again but gentler this time.
“Still,” you say, “you didn’t hate the outfit.”
Law goes very still “…I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to…You were staring…A lot.”
His ears are red again.
He clicks his tongue “…You’re annoying.”
“And you’re flustered.”
“I’m not.”
You step closer… close enough now that there’s barely any space left between you.
“You are.” you whisper.
He looks down at you “…Maybe…”
That surprises you “…Oh?”
His hand finally moves, resting lightly at your waist, hesitant but steady.
“…You look good.” he admits.
Your heart skips.
“‘Good?’” you repeat.
He sighs “…Don’t make me say it twice.”
You smile softly now “…Thank you.”
You lean in and kiss him softly at first, then his hand tightens slightly at your waist as he kisses you back.
When you pull away, you’re still close enough to feel his breath.
“…maybe we should’ve sent Penguin?” you murmur.
He almost smiles “…Absolutely not.”
You laugh softly and kiss him again. One of his hands comes up to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly against your skin as he deepens it.
