Darkness. Not infinite, but a deep, oppressive gloom like the ocean abyss, broken only by the dim lights of the Polar Tang. The submarine cut through the cold currents, its steel hull resisting the crushing pressure.
Inside, in the small, cramped infirmary, you were battling the pain. A sharp, burning ache gripped your side, making your vision swim. A stray bullet had found its mark during a recent skirmish with the Navy.
Law leaned over you, his face rigid with concentration, a flicker of restless concern burning in his eyes.
Though officially you weren't an official, your bond was solid, long surpassing the boundaries of mere captain and crewmate cooperation. To Law, you were more than just a friend or a partner. You were his other half, his harbor in the storm, even if he never voiced it aloud.
"It'll be alright, Y/N-ya," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I need to get the bullet out."
You gave a weak nod, teeth clenched tightly to suppress a cry of agony. Law inhaled, closed his eyes, and in a split second, his hand transformed. His index finger elongated, turning white and narrowing into a sharp, precise scalpel.
You knew his ability to transform into a weapon, you had seen him cut down enemies in the form of his odachi sword, but you had never seen him use the scalpel form.
As Law's scalpel-finger gently touched your skin, a strange, profound sensation ran through both of you. It wasn't merely a nerve reaction to the cold steel. It was as if two interconnected souls had met after a long separation.
You held your breath. In that instant, as if struck by an invisible wave, the simple gray katana symbol on your wrist began to glow faintly and change.
The original simple silhouette twisted and took on more complex shapes, perfectly mirroring Law’s appearance in his odachi form. It was as if the tattoo had become a living reminder of his existence, his soul woven into yours. Law felt it too, but he had a more important task at hand.
Law began the operation with surgical precision. Every movement was steady, focused. You tried not to register the pain, concentrating instead on the peculiar warmth spreading from your tattoo.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Law pulled out the bloody bullet. Only then did he allow himself a small sigh of relief.
It wasn't until the surgery was complete and it was time for the bandages that his finger reverted from the scalpel to its normal form, and he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Thank you, Law," you whispered, your voice weak. Law bent down and gently touched your forehead.
"Don't mention it. I'm glad you're safe." His fingers then slipped to your wrist, fleetingly touching the transformed symbol.
His heart tightened. He saw the symbol, a clear testament to your connection, proof that you were his Master and he was your Weapon.
"I knew it," you said, barely audible. "I always knew you were the one," you whispered faintly. You had always had such a feeling. Law looked at you, his usually cold eyes now full of tenderness.
"Me too, Y/N. I knew you were the only one who could truly lead me. The one I'm willing to fight for until the very end," he admitted quietly, stroking the mark. Neither of you could deny what you had between you.
Silence settled in the infirmary, interrupted only by the muted hum of the submarine's engines. Law carefully moved closer and stroked your face.
"I promise you," he whispered, his voice filled with strength and resolve, "I will protect you as long as I draw breath. I will be your weapon, your shield, your support. Always."
"And I promise you that I will lead you. I will be your Master, your home. Always." You smiled up at him, tears tracing paths down your cheeks, but this time they were tears of happiness.
With those words, Law leaned in, and your lips met in a tender kiss. Your first real kiss.
The silent infirmary of the Polar Tang was finally bathed in a muted, yet safe light. Law sat on a small stool beside your bunk, quietly overseeing your sleep while you finally succumbed to exhaustion.
Your hand, with the newly transformed, complex symbol of a sword and scalpel on your wrist, rested loosely on the sheet. Law reached out a finger and gently touched the symbol, proof he could no longer ignore. Proof that stirred an unexpected warmth within him.
He looked at you. You were sleeping with your lips slightly parted, your brow softened, suddenly looking so fragile and defenseless.
With a quiet sigh, he stood up and lifted you into his arms. He carefully carried you from the uncomfortable infirmary cot to his private cabin.
His cabin was small and austere, filled with books, maps, and various documents. There, he placed you on his bed and cautiously lay down beside you.
He needed sleep just as much as you, but he needed to know you were safe. He pulled you close, resting your head on his chest, and wrapped both of you in a thick, rough blanket.
A moment later, you woke up. You sensed a pleasant, familiar scent. You looked up and saw Law's jawline just inches from your head. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn't asleep.
Now that you felt better, you decided to examine your changed tattoo. The long blade, where the two rings on the tip of the hilt reminded you of his earrings.
"How do you feel?" his voice asked.
"Still not great, but better," you whispered. Law opened his eyes and looked down at you.
"That's good," he replied calmly, though a trace of relief sounded in his voice.
"Thank you, Captain," you smiled. Law slightly furrowed his brow.
"Hmm, I don't remember infirmary beds being this comfortable," you chuckled lightly.
"I should correctly leave you there..." But he didn't let go. Instead, he squeezed you even tighter and carefully kissed the top of your head.
"...but I don't want to," he said, shaking his head as if fighting with himself. "I want you here with me."
Your heart tightened with joy. You pressed closer to him, resting your face against his chest where you could hear the beat of his heart.
"Good," you just said. "I don't want to go back either, my Weapon."
Law laughed, a very quiet, husky sound you had never heard before. You looked at him with love. It was as if Law had cast aside all his hard outer shell and shown you his vulnerable, true nature, the one only you were allowed to know.
Law rolled onto his side to face you, carefully pushing the hair away from your face.
"You knew, didn't you? About what you are and what I am?" he asked, a deep, undying affection blazing in his eyes.
"Always," you confirmed, catching his hand and kissing the knuckles where he had transformed into the scalpel. "Even if it was just a feeling."
Law looked at you with a tenderness and respect that surpassed everything he had ever felt. It was a bond manifested through a bullet and blood.
"So, Master," Law whispered, his voice deep and raspy. "What are your first orders, now that we are sure of our connection?"
You smiled and pulled him closer, kissing him slowly, sweetly, and without haste. A kiss that went beyond mere passion, it was a kiss of homecoming.
"First order," you whispered against his lips, "is: stay with me like this until the sun comes up."
Law smiled, that tiny, almost imperceptible smile that belonged only to you. He squeezed you in his arms.
"Understood, Master. I will fulfill your order to my last breath." Then he kissed you once more. And even as you both drifted off to sleep, he still held you close.
Think I forgot to post that I'd updated a couple chapters ago so I'm starting a fresh post.
This is my extremely self-indulgent eventual smut Lodi x Guardian OC fic The Weapon and its Wielder. This is canon-adjacent (probably). I haven't figured out yet if this is a true AU or just an alternate timeline off canon. I expect I'll find out when everyone else does.
Person A: I met the most beautiful man. He matches my wit, twists my logic, and makes me laugh!
Person B: And why haven’t I met him yet?
Person A: Unfortunately, I met him at the business end of his glock.
The purple mark between their eyes if you zoom in is a brand/scar the scientists gave them after an outburst when Creek was much younger, around 3-4 human years compared to the 8 years in demon years they are currently in the story. Creeks birthday is New Years and they were gonna “celebrate” with a tiny snuck snack from the cafeteria, but instead was forced to burn down Red Palace. (bc at the beginning of the story it’s new years aka Soider Queens takeover) If you zoom in on the image you can see all the little cuts and scrapes I gave Creek ^^ btw if you aren’t up to speed, Weapon was Finaly given a reality check and no longer uses the name “Weapon” and instead referee to themself as “Creek” after the river RDC sleep at sometimes, this art is of Creeks first time there, sitting on the edge of the water :)
CC - Is the highest level out of all of the characters. She old.
Sapphire - The most tolerant cat EVER. You can poke the fluffy bear all you want, she will not react. (which is good because she could definitely yeet someone out a window)
Roxo - Is a flirt. I'm sorry but he is. He wouldn't flirt with someone who's taken, but I wouldn't put it past him to try flirting with MEMORY or something XD
Yutsi - Scarily good at psychoanalyzing people. Maybe it's because she's psychic but she knows your mood and she probably knows why you're in that mood.
Switch!CC - Protective mama. Don't touch any of her babies. (These babies include the scientists that turned her into a Mewtwo)
Switch!Sapphire - Likes to shapeshift into another Pokemon and just...chill. As a shiny fluffy version of that Pokemon.
Switch!Roxo - Bubbles people. All the time. Don't worry, it's not for very long.
Switch!Yutsi - Big (for a Mew). Everyone wants to cuddle her and she absolutely approves.
Betrayed!CC - Don't try talking to her. She's either going to be upset or try to blow you up.
Betrayed!Sapphire - Scarily calm. Probably won't blow you up unless you had something to do with the Liberators.
Weapon!Sapphire - Not willing to use the R gas on anyone who's not her. If you're making more of it, expect her to show up and steal it.
Cosmo - Is a jerk. Will insult any and all manmade Pokemon. And then probably try to kill them.
Sunder!Roxo - Initially he didn't want to hurt Cosmo because like...that's technically his dad? Didn't take long for that to change
Villain!Yutsi - Absolutely terrifying. She's physically weak, but very good at manipulating people. And mind control.
Corundum - Fluffy but probably won't let you touch him. Also if you hurt either of his adopted kids you're getting electrocuted into the next life.
Zircon - Based off of M01 Mewtwo. He's not a fan of humans when he grows up because, well, Corundum's not a fan of humans either.
Rubellite - Based off of M16 Mewtwo. She might get a mega too? Doesn't mind people too much.
Oblivion - Technically her name is Obsidian, but she changed it to be more menacing. Also violently protective of her family members.
∅ - Enigmatic. Thanks to his 'home' being in-between timelines (so to speak) he basically knows all of the various AUs and what occurs in them.
Fade - A klutz. Will run into a tree and then get stuck.
Vibe: fantasy AU, partners to lovers, destiny bond, action, emotional, slow burn, powerful connection
Summary: Destined to wield a weapon, you finally find yours in Ace, a fiery partner who becomes far more than just your strength in battle.
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Sometimes you told yourself that the world was cruel just by the way it predetermined destinies. Since birth, a grey tattoo had gleamed on your wrist. A hilt with a rope or chain and a ball at the end. You knew it meant you were born a Master. Someone destined to wield a weapon.
It was said that only when a Master grasped their true weapon would the tattoo awaken. It would gain colour and a shape that bound the souls of the Master and the weapon together forever.
Yet some Masters search for their weapons their entire lives without ever finding them. You hoped you would succeed sooner. You still hoped, even though you felt it was just a pursuit of an illusion.
It was in a secluded village that was attacked by demons, lost souls that had been consumed by darkness. You were fighting with a borrowed weapon, but it didn't resonate with you. Unfortunately, the weapon didn't suit you well.
You couldn't find your balance and were starting to feel that this would be your last fight. And then, it changed. In the midst of the flames, like an unguided missile, he attacked the demons and saved your life.
"Hey!" he called out to you, his voice full of energy. "You need a weapon, don't you?"
You hesitated. You didn't know him. But the moment he reached out his hand, you took it. His hand changed into a hilt, and a strange warmth flooded over you.
Before you could react, the young man lit up with an orange light, and his body transformed. In your hands, you suddenly held a chained flail with holes instead of spikes, from which flames shot out.
The tattoo on your wrist glowed orange, hot as a coal. You had found him. Your true weapon. But now was not the time to examine the changes, but to fight.
The battle ended in a matter of minutes. Every one of your movements was suddenly precise, fast, and crushing. The flaming flail broke through enemies with incredible ease, burning them to ashes. You felt the heat in your palms, but it wasn't scorching. It was pleasant, familiar.
When the last demon fell, the weapon glowed again. And suddenly, the young man who had saved you was standing in front of you once more.
"Heh," he scratched his hair and gave a slightly shy smile. "So you're my Master."
"...And you're my weapon," you breathed, unable to believe it had actually happened.
"Portgas D. Ace," he reached his hand out to you, still glowing with heat. "But you can just call me Ace."
"Y/N," you smiled back at him and gave him your hand. There was no doubt. You had found your partner.
The next few days were like a dream and a nightmare at the same time. Ace was... different from the other weapons you knew. Impulsive, loud, always hungry, and constantly circling you, as if you were a magnet and he was a metal shard.
"I'm telling you, this is destiny," he declared one day while you were training at the practice grounds. He sat on the fence, his raven hair messy and hidden under his hat, watching you with a smirk. "You and me. The perfect pair."
"You haven't really shown off much yet," you retorted.
"Ow, that hurt," he pretended to clutch his heart, but sparks of laughter danced in his eyes. "And yet you would fall victim to the demons without me."
"That was an exception," you snapped, but the corners of your lips twitched. You couldn't stay mad at him for long.
In training, you soon learned that Ace was not an ordinary weapon like other flails. Every strike with his flail was accompanied by an explosion of fire. Learning to control his power took you days, and yet you knew you wouldn't be perfect for a long time. But Ace supported you.
"Hey, nice swing," he said once when you collapsed tiredly to the ground after dozens of failed attempts. "You're getting better."
"That wasn't a nice swing," you mumbled. "It was terrible." Ace leaned down and sat next to you.
"But it was your swing. And I felt it. And you know what? It was good enough to take down a stronger demon. So that's enough."
It was the first time you looked at him, and he seemed like more than just your weapon in your eyes.
One evening, you were sitting by the fire, away from the others. Ace lay in the grass, looking up at the stars, while you sat with your knees pulled up to your chin.
"You know, I thought I'd never find a Master?" he spoke softly. His voice, usually loud and cheerful, suddenly held melancholy. "I was alone for so long... that I started to believe it would never happen."
You looked at him and your heart squeezed. The reflection of the fire danced in his eyes, as well as the reflection of the stars.
"You're not alone anymore." You reached out your hand and placed it on his.
"Yeah... thanks to you." Ace smiled. This time, gently, without his usual cheekiness.
And from that moment on, there was something more between you. In every training session, in every battle, in every shared silence. Ace began to call you "my Master" with such tenderness that it sounded more like "my love." And when you tried to correct him, he just laughed.
"You'll admit it one day," he whispered in your ear as you returned from another mission. "That you like me."
"Never," you snapped. But your cheeks were burning more than his flames.
The real test came, however, when you were surrounded by a demon too strong to handle in the usual way.
"We can do this!" Ace encouraged you as a flail. The ball at the end glowed like a fiery star, and the chain that held it to the hilt was just as hot.
You and him, two parts of one being. And when you delivered the final blow, the ball of the flail exploded with a flame so powerful that it burned the evil to its very roots. Not a trace of the demon remained.
After the battle, you fell to your knees, exhausted. Ace transformed back, caught you in his arms, and held you tightly.
"You idiot," you mumbled, your head on his chest. "That was close. We were almost done for."
"I would never leave you," he replied seriously. "Because without you, I am nothing." His words touched you so much that you got up, looked into his eyes, and without a second thought, you kissed him.
"So you do admit it after all, huh?" he laughed between kisses.
"Shut up," you mumbled, but in your heart, you knew he was right. You had found your weapon. You had found your partner. You had found Ace.
