#devil fruit

[themetalhiro]

Someone once told me ( very flatteringly ) that i had eaten the “comic comic fruit” so i started thinking about how that would function .

[vidrith]

Shadow fruit Zoro! I'm still playing around with his design!

[heisoark]

[ONE PIECE RE-TAKES]

These are MY re-takes on certain aspect of one piece, the topic today is Devil fruits! This is a really short one but it touches on the bond of a devil fruit and its user!

[oplastuff]

OPLA Cast | SEASON 2

DALTON's (Ty Keogh) DEVIL FRUIT Transformation | Behind The Scenes of ONE PIECE Season 2

From Ty Keogh Instagram Account

[kissmyglxck]

Heatwave! - Sanjis summer fever

Summary - What was meant to be a new ingredient turns into a curse of desire, setting every nerve in his body ablaze with a need he can’t control. And the only person he wants—no, needs—is you.

Pairing - Sanji x mermaid!reader (the necklace gives you legs)

Wc - 7.18k (not proof read)

cw — 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, aphrodisiac (devil fruit based), power imbalance, rough sex, oral sex (f!recieving), riding/cowgirl, MULTIPLE rounds (most not mentioned), praise kink, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight degradation, dirty talk (lots of it), & fluids.

A/N :: before anyone says anything, yes I asked ChatGPT to give me the content warnings and my word count. And yes Ik this is late but yolo. <3

The sea had been so very rough that day. Salt stung your eyes, your tail thrashing against the cold iron cage each time a wave crashed beneath the ship, and your muscles ached from hours of fighting. You were so tired, so ready to give up. And suddenly, it was like someone heard your cries.

A boy with a straw hat burst into the deck door, the biggest blinding smile on his face. Luffy was his name.

“Come with us!” He said it so simply, big hand human stretched out toward you as if saving strangers was as normal as breathing.

It spooked you honestly.

A mermaid out of water wasn’t just valuable, no, they were treasured. So when a green haired swordsman, a ginger girl who obviously loved action, a boy so scared out of his mind that he carried a weapon at all times, and a blonde with the most charming smile you’ve ever seen, came to save you, you were…swooned?

His name was Sanji.

And when he swept you into his warm, cherishing arms, you instantly knew you were in good hands. “Mon amour,” he whispered reassuringly, a hand against your damp hair.

“No harm will ever be cursed upon you again.”

The boy with the straw hat walking up and handing you your necklace. “Think this belongs to you.” A warm and welcoming smile on his face.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to stay. Maybe, that’s why your heart was in danger long before today.

The kitchen smelled otherworldly. Spices that were mixed together filling the air so beautifully.

Sanji was a whirlwind—ingredients tossed knowingly into sizzling pans, knives moving as fast as light when he chopped, an occasional hum of a romantic tune under his breath. You leaned against the counter, watching, pretending not to notice the way he’d wink at you and the way your cheeks burned from it.

Then you saw it—the strange ombré orange and pink fruit.

“What’s that?” Curiously pointing at the exotic looking fruit. Sanji glanced at it, tossing it in the air and catching it effortlessly. “Found it yesterday at the beach. Thought it might add a kick or sweetness to the sauce. Gotta taste it first though, chefs honor.”

“I don’t think-“

You open your mouth to warn him, slightly recognizing the fruit and its backstory, but it’s too late—he’s eaten a piece off a knife and in a heartbeat, he’s heating up.

Color bloomed across his cheeks, his mouth becoming slick, pupils dilated like a sick dog, and his breath hitched audibly through his throat as he held onto the counter for stability.

“Y-you feeling a little hot too?” He asked, fanning his face turning away from the skillet he was infront of.

“No..think it’s just you.” You look at him with genuine concern, worry in your tone. “Ha, f—funny..” - “No, I’m like dead serious..” you reply, watching the sweat fall from his face like he was gonna catch on fire.

He cleared his throat, grabbing some water and drinking it, practically chugging it in seconds. “S-shit, why won’t it stop?! W-why do you look even prettier?!” He was pacing the kitchen, fanning his face whilst blush started to form across his cheeks.

“What?” You tilt your head, completely confused with what was going on as you watched him fold his arms against the counter and put his head down in his arms, then it was like a switch was flipped.

“. . .Sanji?”

He turned toward you like a man transforming, slow and deliberately, his gaze practically burning through you. “Chérie..leave. Now—please. Before I lose my mind.”

Oh, how you should have listened.

Because now he’s stalking toward you, backing you against the counter. His hands caging you in, trembling with restrainment. “Don’t wanna hurt you..please, Mon amour, I can’t—“ his voice full of agony.

But you on the other hand, were intrigued…how much damage could he really do to you?

You reached for him, fingers threading through his soft and well pampered hair, and that was enough for him.

He pressed a kiss against your lips, desperate, needy, hungry as if he had been waiting for this moment..this day. His hands roamed wherever they could touch with complete worship, fingertips memorizing every curve as if he was assigned to die tomorrow.

Every touch set your nerves ablaze, every moan he ripped from you just fed the fire further between the two of you.

And it doesn’t take long before clothes are discarded between kisses and gasps, leaving you two in your undergarments. He lifts you onto the counter with ease, parting your thighs with a reverent groan, laying you bare before him like you were a feast he could no longer ignore.

His hands trembled as he lift your legs, placing them around his waist. You should’ve been scared—more so worried, but there was something so delicious about him like this and not his usual little flirting antics. Wild, ravenous, and certainly starving.

“I need you,” his voice ruined to desperation. “please chérie. It hurts.” Oh how the whiny tone in his voice got you.

Your fingers reach to cup his face, the feeling burning to the skin. “Cause of the fruit?”

He nodded, eyes shutting like your touch was soothing this sensation. “It’s you. I-it’s feeding off my desire..and I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Then take me sanji.” You spew without even thinking, biting your lip.

He just snapped.

His mouth against your throat, biting at your neck, your breast, your thighs, moving frantically like a man worshipping his goddess, which in many ways; you were.

He’s dragging his tongue against your torso, your lower abdomen specifically, moaning like he was tasting ice cream for the first time again.

“Mon dieu,” his breath ragged, lips slick with devotion as he kissed lower—trailing over your hips until he reached your clothed core.

“you’re perfect. So soft. So sweet.”

He looked up at you, golden hair falling over flushed cheeks.

He didn’t expect you to look so—dazed.

“Let me eat you mon amour, please. I need to.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second, nodding whilst whimpering his name, pleading. And that was all it took for him to rip your panties.

He dove in, your head instantly tipping back in pleasure as he wasted no time. “O-oh shiitt—sanji!” you’re breathless, your hands combing through his hair with ease, back arching off the counter.

He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t soft, he was starving. He licked and sucked as if your pleasure was the only thing in the world that mattered to him, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

His hands held onto your thighs even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He kept you open every time he felt your thighs twitch, knowing you felt helpless from the flood of sensation. And every time you cried or called out for him—it made it worse.

The fruit known as Aphrodite fed on his lust.

And yours was feeding it just as well.

He started to grind and create friction against the edge of the counter whilst he ate you out, needing the feeling, needing to rut against something, anything. Too lost in you.

His hips bucked with every gasp and mewl, making himself even harder. He was sure his dick was gonna explode any moment now.

He licked and sucked like a man who hadn’t eaten in ages, like each moan he pulled from you was feeding his soul. His hands knead your thighs and even snake behind to grip your ass, needing to touch wherever he couldn’t see at the moment.

He flicked his tongue against your clit before sucking on it, unaware on just how good he was doing you.

“H-hnnn—Sanji!”

“Tastes like paradise,” he muttered against you, humming afterward to elicit a choked out moan from your lips. “Wanna make you cum til you forget your own name, beau.”

He slides two fingers through you, curling them just right, syncing them with his tongue. Your hips bucked helplessly. And he moaned. Desperately, like he could cum untouched just from you falling apart.

“Can’t—can’t take it, fuck.” He’s struggling to even keep his damn eyes focused, you were so, so—sweet. Was it really just the fruit?

He flicked his tongue over you in messy, eager strokes, his hand gripping onto your thigh so hard it was sure to leave nail marks for a few days. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling harder, and he whimpered. He couldn’t help himself, he was that gone.

“A-anh! Sanjiii, gonna—!”

And before you can even finish, your orgasm is crashing, back arching off the counter, crying as you had nothing to hold onto but his hair.

You gasp when his mouth left your thighs.

Sanji’s lips were swollen just like yours, chin slick with your arousal, golden hair stuck to his forehead in damp, curling strands. His breath came in ragged bursts as he stared at you, no—drank you in, like a man who’d just found god and couldn’t look away.

“Mon dieu…” he murmured, voice hoarse with disbelief. “You taste like heaven.”

You gave a shaky laugh, trying to gather your scattered thoughts. “How many times you gonna keep repeating it?”

“As many times as I need to so you understand that I mean it.”

You giggle thinking this was over, palms about to press down on the counter to get up, but his hands are quick, holding you back down against the counter.

His eyes flicked up, locking with yours.

His hands still trembling, grabbed your hips and pulled you to the very edge of the counter. You gasped as your back arched slightly, your bare thighs brushing the cool wood.

“Sanji?” you whisper, still a little dazed.

He said nothing—just leaned in slowly, pressing his forehead against yours, panting like he was barely holding himself together. His cock strained against his slacks, the soaked fabric clinging to him like it hurt.

“I came just from eating you,” he admitted in a whisper, lips grazing yours. “and I still feel like I’m starving.”

Your breath hitched. “Y-you…came?”

He nodded once, face flushed and wrecked. “And I’d do it again. A thousand times. Just to see you fall apart like that. But…”

His voice dropped lower, rougher.

“Now I need to fuck you.”

The air left your lungs as he spread your legs again, tugging your hips forward so your core was flush with the hardness still trapped in his underwear. You whimpered at the contact—still so sensitive, so raw—and his eyes fluttered closed at the sound.

“Please,” he said softly, like a prayer. “Tell me I can. Tell me to take you. I need to feel you around me.”

You think for a moment, as if you weren’t going to say yes either way and nod. “Yes Sanji, please.” Your hand running over his tank top covered abdomen.

And that was all it took.

He ripped the wife beater off his body, chest flushed and heaving, his abs flexing with every movement. You whimpered just looking at him, biting your lip. The boxers came next, dark and navy blue, just wet from the way he’d humped the edge of the counter earlier. And then finally, his cock.

Your breathed hitched—beautiful.

Thick, flushed pink at the tip, glistening with precum. He lined himself up without a word, hands curling under your thighs as he positioned you perfectly on the counter.

He was so quick to almost just slide in, but he held himself back the last second, taking a deep breath. “You’re sure, beau?” he asked again, even now—always making sure.

You pulled him close by the nape of his neck and kissed him, deep and messy. “..ruin me.”

With a low groan, he pushed inside—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to feel every inch of you take him. Your walls stretched around him, and you gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he filled you fully, bottoming out with a tremble.

“Merde,” he hissed. “You feel—fuck—you feel like you were made for me..” His hips rolled once, experimentally, and you gasp out.

Then again, harder.

“O-ohh—s-sanji!” you cry out, legs tightening around his waist.

He grabbed your ass and fucked into you with increasing desperation, each thrust pushing you back against the counter with a dull thud. A bowl clattered to the floor somewhere behind you. Neither of you noticed.

Your breast bounced, fucked out expression already on your face.

“Mine, my siren..” he groaned, lips against your neck, biting back whines. “Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, all yours!” you whimpered, meeting his hips as best you could. “Shit, feels so good—don’t stop—!”

He kissed you through it, rough and possessive. His hands were practically everywhere. Thighs, back, waist—gripping, kneading, like he wanted to memorize every part of you. And the way he looked at you—wild, reverent—like you were the only thing that could quench the fire the aphrodite fruit had lit in him.

“You’re gonna come again, yeah?” he growled into your ear, pace brutal now. “I can feel it. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even speak—just nodded, tears brimming your eyes as your gasping his name as your body trembled.

He held your hips steady, fucking you through it, biting back his own groan when you clenched around him. “There it is,” he moaned. “That’s it. Let go for me. Give me everything—”

He slammed his hips, pulling you down against his shaft fully this time with a loud groan.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave you’ve felt in the ocean before, and this time you screamed his name, legs locking around his waist as he rutted deep through the aftershocks.

He came right after, shuddering inside you as he let out a large and oozing load with a strangled moan, spilling and stuffing everything into you as he buried his face in your neck.

You’re both silent, just panting against each other, chest heaving up and down, practically sticking to one another.

“Think you just rearranged my guts..”

Your first to speak, just staring at the ceiling, a hearty laugh leaving his mouth.

“Yeah? How about some more work, hm? Think your back needs some cracking.” Next thing you know, he’s lifting you up like a potato sack, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Wait- Sanji, no—!“

And of course this geniuses room is connected to the kitchen.

He slams the door, throwing you onto the bed, ready to drain whatever was left of the accidental usage of the fruit.

The crew stood outside the kitchen door, jaws way past dropping. Zoro had already walked away, disappointed at the fact that you two would do that in the kitchen.

Luffy just looked down at chopper, the both of them making eye contact and a disgusted look on their faces. “Ewww..” they whispered, looking back at the door.

After maybe…five or six rounds you two are finally dozing off? But curiosity was still brewing inside you. Maybe Sanji was just overreacting, no way the fruit made him act that ridiculous—right?

Your limbs are pure jelly, heart still thudding with aftershock whilst Sanji lie next to you, glowing with sweat and satisfaction, looking completely spent, snoring quietly.

But you’re not, at least not yet.

Because your gaze drifts toward to door back that led back to the kitchen, knowing the Aphrodisiac fruit was still sitting idly on the counter top.

So suddenly when your moving toward the kitchen on your own, mind just wandering, your not surprised.

That stupid shimmering chunk sitting so innocently on a plate, like it didn’t just turn your sweet ass crew mate into a goddamn whore for the past three hours.

It calls to you. Curious. Dangerous. Tempting.

“Just a little nibble won’t hurt..” you mumble to yourself as you pick it up from the plate, bracing yourself on the counter as your legs still shook violently.

You lift it to your lips, hesitating to take a bite, but you do so anyway. It’s bittersweet. Then?

Heat.

White-hot, all-consuming, feral heat.

It floods your veins like liquid fire, like you just ate a hot ass pepper, blooming in your chest, dripping low between your thighs until you’re panting, needy, and clenching around nothing.

A sound tears out of your throat—a whimper? A growl? You don’t even know anymore.

You walk back into his room as if you were just bitten by a zombie, bumping into shit on the way in. “Sanji,” you breathe. It’s not a plea. It’s a warning.

He stirs, his lashes fluttering. And the moment your scent hits the air, he sits bolt upright, like someone yanked him out of a coma with a taser. Golden hair a mess, lips parted, eyes glowing.

“You didn’t.”

You meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. A slow smile spreads across your face—feral, hungry. “I did.” Saying it out loud sounded more whiny than you intended, but either way, he got the point.

You lunge, slamming your lips into his, nails digging into his chest as you clunch onto him, kissing him like you’re trying to crawl inside his skin. He gasps, stunned, but you’re already climbing into his lap, grinding down, shameless and soaked.

“Wait, chérie—” he pants, trying to breathe and control himself. “You’re—”

“M’starving,” you growl against his jaw, licking it like it was a piece of chocolate.

“But you said you were tired- I know what I said, but now I’m full of energy.” You finish his sentence, an innocent smile on your face.

He groans as you shove him back down, straddling his hips, nails digging into his chest. You rock against him once and both of you curse, desperate for more.

You grab him by the face, locking eyes with him. “S’my turn to have my way with you, kay?”

His pupils blow wide but he wasn’t protesting in any way, just nodding as he stared up at you. And that was all the permission you needed.

You grab his erecting shaft, looking back as you align your self above him. You sink down onto him in one aching, slow movement, both of you gasping at the stretch. Sanji grabs your waist like he might lose his mind.

“Fuck—fuck, y/n wait—“

But you’re already riding him. Fast. Hard.

And very desperate.

Your hands are braced on his chest, hair wild, moaning his name like a chant. He watches you with reverence and disbelief, head thrown back, lips trembling.

“Look at you,” you whisper. “So pretty like this. Crying, for me.” You grin, leaning down to peck his lips.

And he is. Whining, babbling, begging, tearing up as you use him like he’s yours because well—now he is, and he loves it. Every second. Every motion.

“Gonna—gonna come, I—fuck—” he chokes. You grip his jaw, lean close, panting into his mouth. “Not yet. Not till I say.”

His breath stutters. “Yes, ma’am.”

And you break.

The orgasm hitting you like thunder, hips still grinding through it, dragging him right over the edge with you. He sobs under you, hands trembling, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You collapse on top of him, both of you sweaty, ruined, panting messes on his now stained bed sheets.

“You didn’t take a big bite, did you?” Sanji blinks up at you, tear stained cheeks, and an amused look on his face as he tilted his head.

You look up, shaking your head with a smirk. “And end up like you with stamina for hours? No thanks.” He laughs loudly, hand coming up to caress your head, moving your damp hair from your face.

You lean forward, pecking his lips, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes as if you were afraid the both of you would disappear.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He blurts, but not mistaken at all. You let out an amused huff smiling at him, your arms folded underneath your chin as they rest on his chest.

“Think I already knew that.”

Banner creds:: @junabuggy

Requested by my bby, hi nay it’s finally heree😁:: @lovelylilav

I’ll probably edit this later but probably not.

©j4zzylyn 2025 | written by me, do not copy. If you wish to translate, please ask.

[random-jot]

is this. is this anything

[crocomomma]

This scene is genuinely disturbing: Luffy in Gear 5 is laughing goofily while Vegapunk is dying in the background. The contrast is so sharp that the hero comes across as a psychopath, laughing in the midst of tragedy. Instead of real emotions, there’s only a “goofy” mask, incapable of responding to the pain of others.

And here arises the question: isn’t this the dark side of the God Nika? Freedom as a rejection of responsibility, joy as indifference to others, and the cartoonish reality as a distorted carnival that dulls the mind. Yet grief, pain, and anger — the most human emotions that have always driven Luffy — are what give us the strength to fight for what matters. Laughter only mutes them, distancing him from reality.

Thus Gear 5 looks less like liberation and more like a distortion of spirit. And perhaps, sooner or later, Luffy will have to ask himself: is it worth using this form of his Devil Zoan if it strips away his very self, forcing him into the image prescribed by the fruit?

[iamnot-crazy]

Stowaway Full Post

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

fem!Reader x Law,

Word Count: 5,559

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

MasterList

You weaved between buildings as you grew closer to the docks, keeping your head on a swivel, making sure no one was following you. You eventually reached a stack of crates ready to be loaded onto a ship. ‘Perfect,’ you thought. Not only could you hide among the crates to sneak onto a ship, but while you did, you could steal some food to ease your aching stomach.

You noticed one crate was partially open and you snuck over to it, lifting it up slightly more to grab whatever was inside. You pulled out an apple and smiled with relief, taking a quick bite of it. As you relished the taste of the apple, a figure sat on top of the crate. You jumped back in surprise to see a tall figure crossing his legs as he stared down at you, amused.

"Is there a reason you are trying to steal my crew's provisions?" he asked, leaning forward with his chin resting on the back of his hand.

“I… Uh…” You shuddered, “I’m sorry, I am just really hungry.” You lowered your head, expecting punishment, but it never came. Instead, when you looked up, you saw a ball of rice in the man's hand.

You looked up, shocked, as the man raised his eyebrows and pushed the rice ball further toward you. “This will fill you up better than an apple.” You quickly took the ball out of his hand and shoved it into your mouth. The man huffed a small chuckle, “So, who are you hiding from?” he questioned.

“No one,” you spoke with food still in your mouth.

“The sneaking around and the constant looking behind you tells me differently,” he smirked.

You glared at him slightly, clearly he was watching you before you got to the crates. Before you could explain, voices began to echo down the street. Guards were walking down from the mansion, shouting if anyone had seen a woman matching your description.

The man chuckled again, “So, what did you steal?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t steal anything. I just escaped.”

The man’s eyes glossed over hearing the word ‘escaped’ before quickly analyzing you, seeing the condition you were in. The man jumped off the crate and you shuffled further away as he crouched down to your level. His eyes narrowed, looking over your frail body and disheveled state. “Where are you planning on going?” he questioned.

“I don’t care, somewhere far away from here,” you admitted.

The man nodded and stood up, looking over at the guards who were nearing the docks. “I can take you to the next island,” he offered, looking back, “But after that, you’re on your own.”

Your face lit up, “Are you sure?”

The man nodded, looking back over to see a guard approaching one of his crew mates. “I’m going to transport you to my med bay. Do not be alarmed.”

“Transport? What?” You began to question, but you were engulfed in blue before everything blurred and you were now sitting on a hard metal table.

Your head jerked around as you looked around to find yourself somewhere completely new. You were in some kind of medical office. One side of the wall was covered in shelves filled with books and the other side had metal cabinets and a sink with a counter covered in bandages and other medical supplies.

You spotted a porthole behind you and jumped off the table to look through it. You could see the man speaking with one of the guards, shaking his head, while standing next to a standing polar bear and two other men in white boiler suits and wearing funky hats. Your eyes dashed over to the wall where a wanted poster hung with the face of the man who just helped you, with the same polar bear standing behind him while holding a large sword. Your eyes darted back to the window to see the man heading up the ramp to the ship, and you could clearly see the same sword in the poster resting on his shoulder.

You pressed your back against the wall and sank to the floor, ‘Great, you found yourself aboard a pirate ship.’ You held your head in thought, unsure if you should be scared or not. After all, he did just give you a rice ball and promised you travel off this island.

The door to the room swung open, revealing the pirate captain himself. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion to not see you sitting on the table. His head tilted as he scanned the room to find you on the floor in the corner, looking very unsure. “It’s going to be very hard for me to perform a physical if you are on the floor,” he stated, turning to the sink and filling a glass with water.

“Are you a pirate?” you questioned.

The man huffed, “I’m technically a doctor first, but as you can tell from my wanted poster, not everyone thinks that.” He gestured to the poster before handing you the glass filled with water.

You gently placed the glass to your lips before chugging down the water, which felt so nice against your dry tongue. You wiped your lips when you finished the glass and looked up at the pirate doctor with pleading eyes as he took the glass to refill it again.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to conduct a physical on the medical table rather than the floor,” he gestured over to the table before turning back to the sink, filling the glass up again. You slowly got off the ground and lifted yourself back onto the table. The man handed you the glass, which you greedily finished.

“So, what should I call you?” you said, handing him the glass.

The man chuckled, placing the glass on the counter before approaching you with a funny-looking tool that hung from his neck. “Trafalgar Law,” he said before placing the other end of the tool on your chest and listening carefully.

“And what should I call you, little stowaway?” he asked as he put his tool on the counter, grabbing another with a small light.

You paused as you thought about your name. You haven’t been called by your name in years and you nearly forgot it.

“So? What’s your name?” Law questioned as he looked into your ear with his light.

“Uh… it’s… Y/N,” you finally spoke.

Law nodded, stepping back and placing his tool down. “Well, Y/N. You got lucky, you don’t seem to have any infections, but you do appear severely dehydrated and anorexic. But with some help and a slow scheduled food intake, you should start to feel better.”

“Better?” you questioned, tilting your head.

“Yes, better. You look like you’ve been through hell and back,” he stated as he began to write down some things in a journal. “You’re probably exhausted too, so you should rest for the next day. I’ll have my first mate Bepo bring you some clothing and food tonight, but in the meantime, you should rest.” He walked over to the back of the room and pulled down a hammock from the ceiling and turned to one of the cabinets, pulling out a pillow and blanket.

You blinked in shock at the hospitality this man was showing you.

“It’s going to take a week to get to the next island, so you should probably get comfy. But not too comfy, this isn’t a free ride, and after you get some rest, I’ll ask if you can assist with some of the ship’s upkeep,” he continued to speak as he attempted to make the hammock and pillow look comfier.

“Why?” you finally spoke. Law turned around, confused at the question, raising an eyebrow, “Why are you being so kind?” Your eyes started to water.

Law shrugged, “I’m not really going out of my way or anything.” He walked toward the door, “Drink some more water, but pace yourself, and get some rest. Bepo will come by in 2 hours with food and some clothes. I’ll come by tomorrow to do another check-up and then show you around the ship. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He then disappeared, closing the door behind him.

Your lips twitched as you tried to smiled with tears in your eyes.

As Law promised, his first mate knocked on the door two hours later, bringing rice balls and a white boiler suit that everyone else on the ship seemed to wear. What shocked you was to find the first mate was the walking polar bear, and that he was extremely bashful as he kindly handed you the items and asked if you needed anything else. You were amused by him stumbling way out the room, apologizing to every inanimate item that he bumped into.

The next morning, Law walked in, rubbing his eyes, to find you staring out the porthole as they bounced with the waves of the sea. A small smirk creeped to his face to see you so attentive and bright-eyed, watching the sea. “Good morning,” he spoke with a scratch in his throat before he sipped on his mug filled with coffee. You spun around at the sound of his voice. “something interesting out there?” he commented.

“It’s just so pretty. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen the ocean,” you turned back to the porthole. Law raised a concerning eyebrow, placing his mug down.

“Well, I would ask if I could do another check-up, but you seem ready for the day, so let’s go see the rest of the ship.” He walked over, helping you out of the hammock before stuffing it back into the ceiling.

You followed Law around the ship as he introduced you to the crew and explained how the crew operated. You kept close to Law hiding slightly in his shadow scared of what the rest of the pirate crew was like. When he showed you how the sub underwater you worries was replaced with amazement. As the sub sunk deeper into the sea and the fish swam past the window of the sub. You now understood why everyone wore the boiler suits as the sub suddenly became colder.

Law gave you a few chores to do around the ship for the next few days, all of which were done alongside another crew member. You quickly became close with Bepo, the polar bear, and his warm personality. Ikkaku, the ship’s engineer, was beyond excited that she was no longer the only female on the ship and insisted you share quarters with her. Shachi and Penguin were a little harder to understand, but once they played a prank on you, slicking the floor with oil, causing you and Bepo to slide around as you attempted to wash the floor, they were around more.

When the final day came, you felt a pang of sadness. As you approached Law’s office to tell him how grateful you were for him and his kindness, you noticed the door was surrounded by Bepo, Ikkaku, Penguin, and Shachi. “Come on, Captain, please! Can Y/N stay with us a bit longer!” Bepo whined with a pout on his face, which the other three tried to match.

“I already told you that’s not my decision. Y/N only asked to go to the next island. If you want her to stay, you need to ask her that,” you heard Law’s voice from inside his office, obviously annoyed.

“And if she says yes, can she join the crew?” Bepo asked, and you halted in your tracks. Your thoughts swarmed with ideas about what it would mean if you joined their crew.

“Yes, if she wants to, she can join the crew,” Law answered, and the group all looked down the hallway, spotting you. “But don’t pressure her!” Law shouted as they made a beeline to you. Law leaned his head out the doorframe to see you turning around to run away from the group.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently, sending you to the floor, and red lights began to flash. You looked behind you to see the group look concerned before running off in the other direction, and Law jumped out of his office, holding his sword and bouncing off the wall. The rest of the crew also began running toward the door to the deck, toward the fight.

You pushed yourself up, and with determination fueling your steps, you marched to the door as well, being the last one to reach the deck. “Trafalgar Law! You have a stowaway that we are under orders to return,” a Marine shouted from the beach of the island.

“No!” Law shouted before raising his sword up and casting a blue sphere.

‘They are here for me?’ you thought before you stormed forward.

“Y/N, get back into the ship,” Law hissed as you pushed your way to the front of the ship.

You ignored him as you reached your arms out and your eyes began to glow white, and a cloud of mist floated out of your hand and toward the Marines, who started to fall one by one as they inhaled the mist. You mist was far more powerful now that you were properly feed and rested that you were unaware of how much you actually produced.

Law's eyes went wide as he watched you easily take out 50 Marines. When the last Marine fell, your eyes fluttered back to normal and you began to fall. Law quickly caught you before you reached the ground. You panted into his chest, feeling dizzy and tired after using so much of your power.

“What the hell?” Law questioned in shock, looking up at Shachi, who jumped off the ship to investigate the fallen Marines.

“They're asleep, Captain!” Shachi shouted after his investigation.

Law raised his eyebrow, looking down at you in shock as you tried to regain your breath, “Prepare to submerge, let’s not stay any longer than we need to!” he ordered, lifting you to your feet and slowly walking you back into the ship while everyone else ran into their positions to prepare the sub.

You mumbled when the door of Law’s office closed behind him, “I’m sorry.”

Law guided you over to his chair, “Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“The Marines, they were after me. I put you and everyone in danger,” you sulked.

Law chuckled, “The Marines are always after us, we’re pirates. But I am curious as to why they were after you?”

You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers, “I…” You paused with a sigh, “I ran away from my master. I was a slave.”

Law’s eyes widened as he looked over you and your features as the pieces of you fell into place.

“I was sold for my Devil Fruit power, the Feel-Feel Fruit,” you explained as Law sat in thought, his eyebrows pressing together at the fruit name. “It allows me to control people's emotions by touching them. I recently found I can create a mist of emotion.”

You lifted up your hand to reveal colored dots on the tips of each of your fingers. Law pulled your hand closer to get a better look and looked shocked to see it shift colors. “They shift colors based on what emotion I am transferring, but it mostly shifts based on what emotion I am feeling.”

“Interesting,” Law said, twisting your hand in his. “What does each color mean?”

“Black is sad, blue is happy, grey is calm.”

“What does gold mean?”

You looked down to see your tips shining a bright gold, “I mean there are too many emotions for it to read,” you replied but were surprised to watch him place all five of his fingers on top of the glowing dots. His eyes widened as he began to feel your emotions, and when your emotions shifted to surprise and the color shifted to brown, his eyes mimicked yours, shifting in curiosity and surprise. You yanked your hand back, releasing him from your spell before any other emotions could be transferred to him. knowing emotions tend to linger, you shifted the color to grey and grabbed his arm, shifting his emotions back to calm.

He shook his head back and breathed calmly, now feeling a sensation he had never felt before, truly calm and relaxed. "Wow." Was all he could say as he closed his eyes relishing in the moment before it fell off him like a wave.

You watched Law take a deep breath before returning to his own emotions, "So you aren't just making people feel a particular way, you are shifting the chemicals in the brain to make them think they feel a particular way. Interesting."

"Y/N, would you please join my crew?" He asked, standing up straight and holding his hand in front of you.

You paused in thought, “I don’t know. You and your crew have been nothing but kind to me, and I have never felt so happy. Which is why I have to say that if you want me to join for my powers, I can’t. I won’t. I won’t be used for my power ever again.” You took a deep breath, finally feeling confident enough to stand up for yourself.

Law nodded, “I understand… I promise if you join my crew, you will never be asked to use your powers again. Y/N, I am asking for you to join my crew because everyone has taken a liking to you. Your powers are amazing, but you will never have to use them when you don't want to.” You nodded, believing his words. "However, because you were once a slave I suggest you take my offer. The world will not be kind to you and the world government will try to return you. If you join my crew we can protect you."

Your lip began to quiver, thinking about the life you could start to have. “Are you sure?”

Law nodded, “I promise you will never be used again, but you will have to do some chores.”

You smiled with a little laugh, jumping and wrapping your arms around his neck, yanking yourself toward him. Law froze in surprise but smiled softly before patting your back gently.

Over the next few weeks, your role on the crew evolved. You became the caretaker, managing chore lists and listening to everyone’s complaints, a task you happily embraced. The more you listened, the less you had to share about yourself, the less you had to remember your past.

But you were happy, so much so your face muscles began to ache as you started to smile more as each day past. Each time Law watched you smile to heard your laugh he took it as his own small victory. You were slowly transforming and it was evident not just from your smiles but your body too as you began to grow in strength no longer was your bones pressing against your skin. The crew quickly took you in as one of their own; however, Law noticed an odd pattern. You didn't shower with the rest of the crew, opting for late-night showers after everyone else had fallen asleep. He’d often hear you passing his office when he worked late nights.

One night, as you were sneaking down the hallway, you spotted Law leaning on the doorframe of his office with his arms crossed, awaiting you. You bit the side of your cheek before turning around, avoiding eye contact with the captain. “Hold on a minute,” he shouted, pushing off the frame. “Want to tell me why you sneak to the showers every night?” he questioned.

You pouted, turning back to the captain. “You have a crew full of men, and you expect me to shower with them?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Law closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t play me a fool, Y/N, you’re hiding something.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself in comfort “It’s my mark,” you admitted, looking away from the man.

Law straightened up in understanding before gesturing to his office. You nodded, walking into his office with him following behind, closing the door behind him. “Can I see it?” he asked carefully.

You nodded before unzipping your boiler suit and raising your tank top to reveal a mean red scar on your right hip. The burn mark of a dragon claw sign, your ownership by a Celestial Dragon. Law quitelty gasped, hovering his fingers above the scar. You watched with weary eyes, stuck on the sight of the mark and the history and pain it held. Law looked at your face to see a deep frown and the flecks in your eyes shift to black. He gently placed his hand over the mark to divert your attention to him.

“I can get rid of it,” he said confidently while locking his eyes with yours with a determined expression.

Your eyes brightened slightly, “You can?!” you said in surprise. Law just nodded in response. “How?”

“With my Devil Fruit powers, I can rapidly expand and replace the tissue in that area, removing the scar,” he explained before summoning a ‘Room’.

You swallowed before nodding, holding back your tears, “Please. Please remove it.”

Law’s hand, which stayed resting on your hip, began to glow as he pinched his eyebrows in focus, a small sweat dripping down his forehead. You felt a little heat as your body shifted under his powers.

When he finally removed his hand, the scar was completely gone, showing a patch of newly pale skin. Your eyes twitched as you tried to keep the tears from flowing out, but a few dripped out. You looked up at Law, who was looking proudly at his work.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, yanking yourself to him. The tears flowed out of your eyes, soaking the back of his neck, “Thank you, Law. Thank you for everything,” you sobbed.

Law blushed awkwardly, patting your back. “It was nothing, Y/N,” he said.

You pulled off him, placing a quick peck on his cheek. “It is everything to me.” You then ran out of his office, leaving him in a daze as he placed his hand on the cheek where you left the tingles of your lips.

“Everything?” he mumbled as he blushed.

Over the next few weeks, your confidence had grown to a level Law never thought he would see in you. You had elected to purchase bikini tops to wear under your boiler suit, which you would often unzip while outside. Law watched with interest from a distance as you gave tasks to the crew. To Law, this was him admiring his work, his ability to completely remove a scar of that size, something he wasn’t entirely sure he could do but was thrilled to find he could, and the joy it brought you.

With the scar now gone, you were able to lock your horrifying memories away, and whenever a thought crept its way up, you looked down at your clear hip to remind yourself that you were a new person.

This day, the Heart Pirates had stopped at a town to pick up supplies for the ship, and you and Ikkaku took the opportunity to have a girls' shopping trip. While you both started the trip trying on outfits, somehow you both ended up at the hardware stands, finding ways to improve the Polar Tang. It just so happened that those stands were across from the bookstores Law had found himself in.

He stood in the window, unable to stop watching your smile. “Oh, does Captain have a crush on our little stowaway!” Shachi teased, wrapping his arm around the taller captain. Law looked down and glared at his brother. “Oh, come on, Captain, no one would blame you if you did. I mean, look at her! She has completely changed from the day she arrived,” Shachi gave a toothy smile, looking over at you. “Really turned into a beautiful butterfly.” Penguin and Bepo approached from behind. Shachi elbowed Penguin, “Don’t you agree, Peng?”

Penguin nodded with a smirk. Law scoffed at the two, shoving them off him and turning around, “Let’s go, Bepo.”

The bear looked down at his captain curiously, “Captain? Do you?” he asked,

Law snapped his head toward the bear, “Do I what Bepo?”

“Have a crush on Y/N” Bepo questioned causing Law to freeze with a blush creeping onto his face. Shachi and Penguin laughed as they saw his ears turn pink.

Law snapped his head at the two, holding his hand up threateningly, “Laugh at me one more time and see what happens.” The two covered their mouths with tears forming in their eyes as they attempted to muffle their laughs, but their captain’s threatening expression fell short when his cheeks glowed a bright pink.

“Let’s see how long you can laugh without your mouths!” Law shouted, holding up his hand, but a scream sliced through the air, cutting him off.

The four boys quickly turned around to the window, concerned. Shachi’s and Penguin’s jaws dropped to see you being held in the air by a giant man who had his hand gripped around your throat. Ikkaku was being held back by two other men while she screamed. Law’s teeth gritted in anger before he stormed around to the door of the store. “Shachi, Penguin, tell everyone we are leaving!” He ordered, and the two ran off to complete his order. “Bepo, hold this.” He threw a loose book into his arm before throwing open the door.

Ikkaku’s shouts became louder as she screamed at the man to put you down. You gripped at the hand around your neck, but for the most part, were completely frozen in fear.

Law’s eyes twitched before he cast a ‘Room’, sending a blue sphere surrounding the entire plaza. Your captured attention shifted to Law, who stood at the doorway, pulling his sword out of its sheath.

“Trafalgar Law! I heard a rumor you had stolen Barberton’s prized slave, but I’ll be taking her back to her proper owner now,” the man taunted, gripping tighter on your throat. Your eyes pinched in pain.

Law’s jaw tightened at the sight, “SHAMBLES!” he shouted, and you were replaced by a loose book, which was crushed in the grip of your captor. You now sat in Bepo’s furry arms, coughing and holding your neck in pain. Law gave Bepo a quick glance before Bepo took the message and ran off to the ship.

Law glared at your captor, who looked over in surprise as Law and his sword were flying toward him in a flash.

‘Room.’

Law walked away from the destruction behind him as everything fell to the ground when he took down his Room.

Shachi ran up to the enraged captain. “Everyone is back on the ship, and we are ready to disembark,” he informed while he looked behind the captain in horror at the state his captain left the man.

“Good.” Law placed his sword back into its sheath. “Let’s go.”

Law slowly walked onto the ship, his eyes searching for you. Once they landed on you sobbing in Bepo’s arm, he made a beeline to you.

You had curled yourself into Bepo’s furry chest, your hand covering your throat as you sniffled, trying to regain your breath. Law gently brushed his hand over your head, gaining your attention. You looked up at the man with blurry eyes, “I’m sorry,” you wept, huffing in a breath.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Law assured and used his thumb to brush away your tears, “I took care of it. He will never touch you again.”

You nodded, reaching to pull him into a hug, something Law was becoming more and more familiar with. Law leaned forward to allow you to wrap your arms around his neck before gently pulling you out of the polar bear’s arms. Law looked around to see everyone staring at him in shock, “GET READY TO DISEMBARK!” Law shouted, which sent everyone dashing around the ship as he disappeared into the ship and into the med bay.

Once in the med bay, Law gently placed you on top of the medical table as you wiped away your remaining tears. “I was so scared,” you whined as Law gently lifted your chin to get a better view of the forming bruise on your neck.

“I can’t go back,” you sobbed, “I will break. I can’t…”

Law shook his head, grabbing your hands into his. “I won’t let that happen,” he promised.

You felt tingles in your fingers as they touched his. “I froze,” you admitted, “When I saw him, I froze. I felt like I was back at my master’s and he was there to punish me again.”

You started to feel the tingle in your fingertips before feeling a mixture of determination and relief. “You weren’t there and he will never lay a hand on you ever again. Not as long as I am here.”

“You can’t promise that,” you admitted, “My master, he has a lot of power. He will just send more and now he knows that I am with your crew.”

“And if he does, I’ll protect you,” he spoke before glinting into a smile, “Besides, I can promise that he will never touch you again.” Law then lifted up a pair of disconnected hands.

You gasped as you watched the fingers twitch. “Is that his hands…” Your tone was a mixture of disgust and shock.

Law nodded, poking one of the hands, which caused it to form into a fist and try to reach for Law’s finger. “And he still feels everything that happens to it.” Law gave an evil smirk.

“What are you going to do with it?” You ask in alarm all you fears washed away now invested in the man’s hand and your captain who is powerful enough and demented enough to steal the mans hands.

Law shrugged opening a drawer and dropping the hands in, “I don’t know. Probably keep it locked in here until I decided to pick up sewing and use it as a pin cushion.”

Your hand swings up to your hand as you try to cover your laugh. Law smirks hearing your laugh again and seeing you smile again. The next person who takes that smile away will find a fate worse than death he has worked to hard to get that smile to your face.

Later that week Law noticed he could hear your tiny footsteps sneaking past his office door again something he hasn’t heard since you stopping taking your late night showers. Curious Law follows the sound as you walk to the deck of the ship and leaned on the railing.

Law stayed back for a moment watching your hair fly in the wind while you took in deep breathes of the salty air.

“What are you doing up?” He ask as he finally approaches leaning next to you.

You look him up and down before off to the sea again, “I can ask you the same thing?”

Law shrugged, “can’t sleep.”

You bow your head, “Same here.”

Law eyebrow raised, “Bad thoughts?” He asked knowingly.

You sighed, “Ya… I… I guess when he grab me I didn’t realized that was the first time in a while I was afraid to lose something. I was bought by my master 13 years ago when I was only 13 and before that I already lost my mother and didn’t have much in the first place. Now you and your crew have given me so much to love and the thought of losing all it is terrifying.”

Law sighed, “I know that feeling. When I was 10 I lost everything my family, my friends, my island, I was the only survivor and I felt numb and just wanted to end it all. But then someone found me and showed me love again and then I found my brothers and that gave me something to fight for. Now I am terrified every day to lose it all again and somedays I feel like I am destined to live a life full of loses. It’s a thought that keeps me up at night but it also gives me a reason to wake up in the morning and fight for what I have.” Law pressed on his eye getting rid of the tears that threaten to fall.

You placed your hand on top of his with tears forming in your own eyes as you took in his emotions from touching him. You were hit hard with the grief he felt, “Could I help you feel better?”

Law shook his head placing his other hand on top of your, “Being out here with you is already making me feel better.”

You smiled slightly leaning upwards and connecting your lips to his. Law froze for a moment with his eyes growing wide at your face so close to his before he relaxed closing his eyes and lifting his hands to the back of your head. He selfishly held you close deepening the kiss not wanting for this moment to end.

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it to this point you may like some of my other works so check out my Master List.

If you link this format you might like my latest work brainwaves which is a fun silly story where the reader finds they are control Law's body and the two try to solve the mystery.

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