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[PAIRING] Female!Trafalgar Law x Reader
[SUMMARY] Turned into a woman only temporarily, Law still needs a proper wardrobe. You take your now girlfriend out on a shopping date, and despite her initial reluctance, you hope to help her enjoy the experience and her new body.
[CONTENT + WARNINGS] Female Law, Genderbend, Reader is femme, Established Relationship, Fluff. This chapter isn't NSFW but the next will be, so minors DNI!
[WORD COUNT] 5k
“This is ridiculous.”
Not for the first time, Law hesitates. Your partner, or more accurately, girlfriend for the time being, comes to a halt just before the entrance of the lingerie store. You can see her reconsidering the necessity of buying clothes for this new figure of hers, her sharp jaw tight and full lips slightly pursed—a scowl to most, yet a pout to you. Despite being in an entirely different body, her mannerisms stay familiar.
The change is temporary. It was neither expected nor asked for, a complete accident that doused her with feminization fruit. The Heart Pirates, responsive as ever, were quick to erupt into a chaotic blend of amusement and fawning, all while their irritated Captain demanded quiet as she rummaged through her medical books in search of a remedy. But the pages offered no immediate cure, only assuring that the effects will last a few weeks before naturally subsiding.
Which is short lived in your opinion, and entirely too long in Law’s.
She doesn’t seem to harbor the same appreciation you do for her new figure, seeing this change as an inconvenience more than anything. So you hoped to make it less so, however you could. In need of a new wardrobe, you tried swapping her now oversized shirts and jeans for some of your own clothing. The two of you didn’t have much luck. She seemed frustrated with it all, annoyed, sitting on the edge of the bed surrounded by all the clothes that might’ve fit. You sat with her.
“We can always go shopping,” you gently suggested, rubbing her back as she gave you a stubborn look of reluctance, but not entirely refusal. “It could be fun. Just think of it as a date, and we’ll get you something comfortable.”
And she agreed, as much as she didn’t want to.
You couldn’t blame her. Having spent her entire life in the body of a man, the abrupt transformation into something feminine left her with a certain sense of discomfort, and perhaps what could be considered mild embarrassment. There was no reason to feel shame; not in your opinion, at least, but given the circumstances, Law’s hesitance is only natural.
Still, as the two of you stand in front of the lingerie store, you try to make light of the situation.
“Cmon, hun. Have some fun with it.” You grab her wrist, encouraging her inside with playfulness to your voice. “Doesn’t every man wonder what it’s like to have boobs?”
“I’m not a pervert,” she firmly insists. Even so, she lets you guide her, her long legs begrudgingly following along.
You huff in amusement. Maybe it isn’t entirely apparent on the surface, but if your time with Law has taught you anything, it’s that she tends to feel more than she lets on. Her reserve comes with all emotions, vulnerable or not. Laughter is stifled into subtle smiles, distress leads to emotional withdrawal, care translates into gentle gestures and quiet support.
The same pattern can be seen with all things intimate. Attraction, affection, arousal… You had to admit, she did a good job suppressing what she could for as long as she could. The sheer lust she felt wasn’t exactly controlled, but rather hidden—until she finally got a taste of you.
Only then did it become apparent. The subtle hints in her behavior that you couldn’t quite place were suddenly given a reason. You found a name for those lingering eyes, that intense gaze, her tense body language—yearning, to the point of perversion. It was a deep desire, depraved from being deprived for so long, devolving into desperation.
Not a pervert? Debatable.
“Well…” you say, tone skeptical. She shoots you a look you expected, simultaneously daring you to keep talking and advising you to shut your mouth. You always thought she was fun to tease, and she always thought you were fun to discipline. You pretend to give in, a smile on your face with your hands raised in feigned apology.
“Alright, alright. Don’t…” You let out a chuckle before you can finish, and then another as you try again. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“I already told you,” she’s quick to retort, but slows and hesitates to consider her wording. She never liked saying the P word. “I won’t be wearing… those.”
“I know, hun.” You let her have this one. Despite any teasing, above all, you want her to be comfortable. She knows that. Still, you place a hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle pat in a gesture of support. “We’ll find you the closest thing to boxers we can. Boyshorts are more comfortable, anyway.”
Technically, they’re still considered panties, but you don’t say that. You had to get her to wear them somehow.
The two of you stand inside the store, greeted with dim lighting and a pallet of pink and black decor, the air carrying a strong floral scent from the perfume shop next door. You’re already familiar, but Law takes a moment to scan the wide array of options—different colors, certain styles, sections of specific types of lingerie that she probably doesn't know the names of. You can tell what she’s thinking.
“Yeah, it’s a lot,” you empathize. “But we’ll be quick, okay?”
She grunts in affirmation, following where you lead.
And really, you meant it. Initially, at least. It wasn’t your intention to spend longer than necessary browsing the selection of bras, but the more you thought about it, the more it became necessary. Law already insisted she wanted something simple, but this matter needs careful consideration. There’s push ups to sports bras, full coverage to strings and lace, pretty pinks and bold blues and gentle greens… She’d pull them all off, this much you know, but which would suit her best?
You glance at her chest, obscured by the oversized shirt she’s wearing. Still, your memory serves you well. You’re able to make a decent guess of her cup size after taking the opportunity to thoroughly examine her figure when she first tried on clothes. You called it studying, she called it ogling, and maybe she was right. In your defense, it was hard to resist. You sat on the bed behind her, a clear view of her front and backside as she stood before a mirror. Occasionally, she’d glance at you through the reflection between slipping on shirts and bras, but you often didn’t meet her eyes.
Your attention was fixated elsewhere, memorizing her new yet temporary features for safekeeping. Her chest wasn’t exactly flat, but wouldn’t be considered big either. She was endowed with slight handfuls that fit her slender figure, complemented with the framing of an inked heart. Long legs led to the gentle curve of her hips and pert swell of her ass, faint dimples resting right above on either side of her lower back, indents that were perfect for thumbs. Her defined back line trailed towards another familiar tattoo, up to sharp shoulder blades and shaggy, short black hair.
She didn’t stand at her usual 6’3 and a half, but she was still above average height. It was a combination of lankiness and toned athleticism. Muscle definition was apparent in the sculpted contours of her biceps, sinewy strength of her back and tightness of her stomach. Her proportions were long and lean, assets small and perky, movements fluid and poised. She always had an irresistible allure, captivating and mesmerizing, but in the form of something more feminine, you could only define her physicality as pure elegance.
“You said we’d be quick,” Law mumbles under her breath. You’re only momentarily interrupted from your thoughts of her figure, eyes meeting hers before falling back down.
“I know,” you hum leisurely. This matter can’t be rushed. You look at the two bras in your hands, and up to her chest again. “But I can’t decide if you’d look better in black or red.”
“Does it really matter?” she asks, voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement. She seems to find something entertaining in how much consideration you’re putting into this.
It takes just another thoughtful second before you come to a decision. “Well, if you insist,” you say, putting them in your hand held shopping basket, “we’ll just have to get both.”
“I said no lace.” She looks down at the lingerie in mild disapproval. Still, she doesn’t make an effort to stop you. They’re good choices, if you do say so yourself.
“Yeah, but you’d look really nice in—“
“Are you ladies finding everything okay?” An employee interjects with a friendly smile, all while Law promptly tugs at the brim of her hat, lowering it just enough to shroud her eyes. It’s a habitual gesture you’re familiar with, one she uses to shield herself when she feels too exposed, too vulnerable. You’ve seen it most when she smiles, but right now, it’s driven by embarrassment. She tries to deflect as much attention away from her as possible. You handle it.
“Just fine, thanks,” you respond. “Where are your dressing rooms?”
The woman guides you both, and Law follows in silence just behind you. The moment the employee is out of hearing range, Law’s quick to mumble a question, looking around to make sure every other person in the store is out of hearing range too. “You’re coming in with me?”
“Mmhm.” You don’t look up at her, taking a moment to organize the lingerie you’ve decided on. “Gotta make sure they fit, don’t I?”
“I think I’ll be able to tell.” She sees through your excuse, a thin veil poorly masking a desire to see her naked again.
“Well,” you say, not bothering to deny it. “It’s not every day I get to help you pick out lingerie. Better enjoy it while I can, hmm?”
You give her a cheeky smile, and still, she’s unimpressed. Holding all of her new lingerie, you open the dressing room’s curtain with your free hand and gesture her inside with exaggerated politeness.
“After you.”
Law doesn’t like to put on bras correctly. You watched her try to reach back and connect the hooks when the two of you first tried on clothes, but she quickly found another way. She said it was easier, just raising it above her head and slipping it on like a shirt, and didn’t seem to care when you said that’ll stretch it out. She does the same this time, looking unsatisfied with the result.
“It doesn’t fit.”
“Not when you put it on like that,” you say, looking up from her chest to meet her eyes through the mirror. “Remember what I told you?”
Law sighs, but listens. She seems to find something embarrassing in cupping her breasts and adjusting them into place, insisting it wasn’t necessary when you first told her it’s the only way to fit into a bra comfortably. Despite her stubbornness, it didn’t take long for her to learn you were right. With a slight forward lean, she scoops her breasts in better accordance with the bra cups, just the way you taught her.
“There you go.” You smile at the snug fit, giving full coverage and support. Even she seems a bit impressed with the cleavage it creates. “You fill it out nicely.”
She huffs at the compliment like it didn’t just make her blush, the color of her cheeks a growing tinge of red as she quickly averts her gaze from the mirror. With deft fingers, she starts pulling the bra off. Up and over her head, of course, not bothering with the hooks.
“Are we done here?” Law asks, masking bashfulness with impatience.
You nod towards the remaining lingerie hanging on the wall. “Try on the rest, hun.”
“Why? They’re all the same size.”
“Yeah, sizing is a scam. Every bra fits differently,” you tell her, taking your seat on a bench in the cramped dressing room. Eyes on her, you lean back.
“Go ahead.”
And she does. Law looks at the assortment of lingerie, hesitating for a moment before making a skeptical choice. She begins with the less intricate, going from boy shorts and sports bras before gradually making her way to the few matching sets of lace and pushups you convince her to at least try.
You evaluate each one, fully appreciating the array of colors and clothing you've never seen her in before. Each piece brings out something different in her—deep tones of scarlet and midnight blue intensifying the richness of her aura, simple yet bold black aligning with the harder side of her personality, delicate pastels tenderizing her usual toughness as the gentle hues bring out a subtle yet inherent softness. All harmonize with the ink of her tattoos, all compliment her figure, and all, in some sense, are distinctly and uniquely Law.
It’s hard for you to say no to a lot of them. She makes the decision easier by saying no herself, most options not appealing to her the same way they do to you. Still, she takes some of your input into consideration and entertains a few pieces she doesn’t directly admit she likes. Her choices, coupled with two of your own, sit to the side waiting to be bought.
“Don’t get used to this,” she makes sure to warn you when she slips on the last bra. “Once I’m back to normal, we’re burning these.”
“You say that.” Coming to a stand, your arms loosely wrap around her from behind. Wandering fingers draw attention to the set of lingerie she wears, and the two of you watch through the mirror as your nails trace along the lace in a mixture of examination and admiration. “…but they look nice, don’t they?”
She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she almost agrees, the low mumble unenthusiastic like she doesn’t want to admit you’re right.
“…They’re not terrible.”
“Nothing ever is.” Your touch moves downward, fingertips grazing her tight stomach in a way that makes her suppress a shiver. You settle with placing your hands on her hips, your thumbs slowly caressing the silk lining of her panties. “Not on you.”
“You’re persistent.” The words may be muttered, exasperated, but as she leans back into your touch, you feel the appreciation and affection behind them. You give her a light squeeze before pulling away.
“I’m right,” you correct her. Picking up her clothes, you hand them to her and gather your things to leave. “I’ll show you. We’re not done.”
More casual clothes are next on the list—shoes and shirts and jeans that Law isn’t too excited to shop for. Not that she was thrilled with the lingerie either, but you like to think she ended up finding some enjoyment, at least as much as she could. A familiar, soft smile became increasingly apparent with each genuine compliment and playful comment you gave. There’s a subtle yet gradual shift, her initial reluctance giving way to something more comfortable.
It’s progress, but more still needs to be made.
Outside the privacy of the dressing room, Law’s demeanor tightens just as before. She grows quiet, walking alongside you throughout the shopping center with her gaze lingering on the displays of stores you pass by. It’s not the natural, easy silence that sometimes characterizes the space between you two, but rather something more reserved, more restrained. Through polished glass windows, she watches her feminine figure in the reflection.
Something’s on her mind. Something has been on her mind. You noticed a shift since the transformation, and at first, attributed what seemed to be unease to the adjustment period. While that may play a part, it’s apparent there’s something deeper beneath the surface. And though you like to think you’re attuned with your partner, always recognizing changes in behavior and always familiar with subtle cues, you can’t quite grasp the full extent of Law’s thoughts right now.
You don’t ask. You look towards her, her mind seemingly stuck somewhere else, and even as impulse urges you to, you don’t reach out to hold her hand. Knowing what does and doesn’t make her comfortable, you move at her pace, allowing room for Law to initiate if she feels to.
Still, indirectly, you do what you can to guide her back to the present with you.
Upon your suggestion, you both stop to eat after walking past a shop that’s closest to her favorite food you’re able to find. It’s a small gesture, but still helps—sitting together and sharing a meal, taking a break from the constant movement of shoppers in every direction, tuning out the chatter of voices atop voices… In environments and situations she doesn’t enjoy, Law adapts. She always does. Even so, you offer a moment of stillness. It’s simple enough to ease some tension in her shoulders.
A bit looser, the two of you continue throughout the shopping center.
“Let’s make this quick,” Law tells you upon entering the next store, keeping her insistence on getting this over with.
You pause almost immediately. Drawn to a display of mannequins, your eyes trail over their cardigans, down to skirts with matching tights and complimentary boots. Your gaze shifts onto Law, then back, and onto Law again, just to visualize her in the outfit. If she notices, she doesn’t seem to pay it much mind. Or, perhaps, she just doesn’t want to entertain it, walking past and expecting you to follow.
“I’ll try,” you say, and hope not to get too distracted.
Though just as with the lingerie, you can’t help but muse, spending a bit more time than strictly needed looking at potential options. You have suggestions, but you don’t give them. You already know what she’ll say no to, noticing the way she seems avoidant of the more revealing and feminine options.
Instead, Law focuses on simplicity. The casual clothes are tentative choices, her demeanor even more so when it comes time to try them on. Despite any doubt or hesitation, each piece proves to be flattering. You knew they would. With a body like that, every outfit is practically made for her—a slender waist sculpted to flaunt in form fitting shirts, her defined collarbones and slight cleavage meant for low necklines, her long legs perfect for a good pair of jeans.
You approve, but Law has her own thoughts.
“They’re too tight,” she grouses, looking in the dressing room’s full body mirror with skinny jeans practically painted onto her thighs.
“They’re supposed to be.” You watch her from behind, and step closer to lift her top just enough to adjust the low waistband. “As long as it’s not tight around the waist, it fits.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.” She shifts, turning slightly to assess the fit.
“Does it really matter when they look that good?” you ask. Law stays quiet, not seeming to have any complaints about their appearance. You take it as slight satisfaction. Only subtly, you test her. “I can go get you a different size.”
“It’s fine,” Law tells you, suspiciously quick. When she meets your gaze, giving her a knowing smile that’s well aware of her fondness for the outfit, she defends herself. “I don’t want to wear it,” she clarifies, “but I’m not staying here longer than we have to.”
“Whatever you say, hun,” you tease lightly. Still, her words are half the truth—hours into the shopping trip with just a few more clothes to try on, Law seems eager to leave. There’s no need to draw it out by experimenting with different sizes. You sense her impatience, prompting you to hand her the next set of jeans to continue.
The checkout process doesn’t take long. As the two of you purchase a week’s worth of clothes, a persistent thought tugs at your mind. Though you know you shouldn’t, and though you know it’s unfair to her, you feel a slight bit of disappointment as the stubborn desire to see her in different styles shifts into longing.
It’s not that the choices she made were unsatisfying; far from it. Everything looks good on her. That’s exactly why there’s such an allure to more tempting options, skirts and fishnets and crop tops that are certain to enhance her features even more, but are a territory she’s not quite comfortable with. You try not to push it, letting your eyes linger on the earlier display of mannequins before looking away.
Only when you’re about to leave do you let some selfishness show.
“Law.”
You call for her attention, her name wrapped up in a wistful breath. You’re sure she’s already able to tell you’re not up to any good. From the corner of your eye, you see her turn towards you, watching with what must be a frown as you look at yet another piece of clothing. She speaks firmly.
“I’m not trying on more—“
She stops mid-sentence when you hold it out for her to see. It’s a dress, certainly nothing you can expect her to wear, but it still catches her attention. While Law may not be big on fashion, she has a sense of style. From the subtle intricacies of her earrings to the bold statements etched onto her skin as tattoos, it’s her way of expression. Even a tailored wardrobe captures her story, each piece a deliberate choice reflecting her crew, her past, and everything she values.
The dress isn’t custom made, no, but it might as well be. Slender, black and sleek, Law’s gaze lingers on the heart-shaped cutout adorning the front. It’s positioned on the center of the chest, aligned almost perfectly with her jolly roger tattooed in the same area.
There's a pause. The silent question of if she’ll entertain it lingers in the air, and for only a moment, she lets herself consider. As you watch her expectantly, you can see the contemplation in her eyes, a slight flicker of possibility. Her comfort zone has her quick to push it down. Tearing her focus away from the dress, Law forces an answer.
“No.”
But you know her better than that. That subtle softening in her gaze, you recognize it as openness. The dress may seem too feminine for her usual preference, but there’s something to it that appeals to her, embedded in both personal significance and aesthetic allure. It’s not that she dislikes it. Law’s receptive, but reluctant. All she needs is a bit of encouragement.
“Hun, this shit is practically made for you.” She already knows it, but you want her to hear it. You want her to see it, too. Lifting the dress just enough to outline her figure, you invite her to visualize it on herself. “It’s your size too. Should be long enough…”
As Law looks down at herself and the dress, another moment of uncertain consideration passes. Surely, she can see the appeal, but hesitance lingers. “We don’t have to buy it,” you reassure. “Just try it on, see how it looks.”
She’s wavering. There’s a slight shift in her expression, lines of reluctance turning inward. The furrow of her brows shows a tinge of irritation, but only because she knows she’s caving. When her eyes meet yours again, you give a gentle push that you know will tip the scales.
“For me?”
Law’s quick to snatch the dress from your hands. In a mixture of both frustration and determination, fueled by the stubborn desire to please you, she struts past and into the direction of the changing area. She doesn’t need to turn to know you’re following.
“We’re leaving after this,” Law tells you, disappearing into the confines of the fitting room before she can change her mind.
You wait. There’s a rustling of fabric behind the curtain, and the passing minutes make you wonder if you should’ve gone in with her to help zip up the back. She seems to manage, but not without apparent difficulty. Once her complicated movements settle, Law stands quiet for a few moments. You decide to speak up.
“You done in there?”
Another beat of silence passes before she responds. “…Yeah.”
“Come on out, then,” you encourage.
She’s slow to open the curtain. Law looks off to the side as she reveals herself, exposing curves she still seems to be adjusting to. They’re accentuated, the sleek dress hugging every dip and contour of her body, from slender hips to a pinched waist and up to the soft swell of her chest. You can see the sculpt of her muscles through the thin material, faintly outlining her tight stomach with wrist-long sleeves snug around her lean arms.
Only subtly, skin shows. There’s a slit opening extending from the bottom of the dress up to her lower right hip. It’s cheeky, alluring, offering a hint of her toned, shapely thighs, all while the heart-shaped cutout on the chest perfectly frames her jolly roger tattoo—just as you expected.
Law moves in the silence. Her fingers instinctively reach up to fidget with the short strands of her hair, an absentminded motion of subtle nervousness. She's quick to stop once she looks down and realizes what she’s doing, tucking the strands behind her ear in self-composure before lowering her hand. Lost in your own thoughts, you watch her, not noticing how quiet you are until she speaks.
“Well?” she huffs. In a frustrated search of your response, her gaze finally shifts towards you. You make an effort to snap yourself out of your enamored daze.
“Well,” you repeat. The right words are hard to find, but you suppose Law’s never been one for dramatics. You settle for a simple way to express her indescribable beauty. “You’re stunning.”
It’s straightforward, blunt, honest. Just the way she likes it. She’s flattered, you can tell, but she shouldn’t just take it from you. Walking towards her, you place your hands on her shoulders and turn her towards a nearby mirror to see for herself.
“What did I tell you?” you hum, a glint of pride in your eyes as Law’s gaze trails up and down her body. “You make everything look good.”
She knows. She has to—her demeanor may still be a bit tentative, but there’s a growing approval, rooted in satisfaction upon seeing how objectively flattering the dress is. For the first time since the change, she sees herself through your eyes, a vision of beauty and strength staring back at her. You hadn’t expected her to embrace the dress, or to fully grow accustomed to her new figure, and she doesn’t. But she’s beginning to tolerate it.
That’s good enough for you.
The moment is somewhat short lived. You’d admire her for hours if you could, but people around you seem to think similarly. Enthralled glances from onlookers become apparent, unwanted attention that Law promptly avoids. She tugs her hat down accordingly and turns away from prying eyes, redirecting her focus to the dressing room.
“We’re leaving now.”
That was the deal, after all. You don’t prolong it any more. Law changes back into her regular clothes, and the two of you soon find yourselves walking throughout the shopping center, straight into the direction of the island’s rocky ports. Home isn’t too far, the Polar Tang docked nearby. Despite Law’s eagerness to return, something catches her eye along the way.
An antique shop lies just ahead. Law’s gaze lingers, surely trying to peek through the glass windows for a glimpse of what the shop could offer. Her collection of commemorative coins is something you’re fond of, something endearing, a hobby she could spend hours rambling about if she let herself. Whenever the topic comes up, you always indulge her, but you feel encouraging her interests isn’t enough. She needs to be spoiled.
“I’ll buy you something,” you offer, already knowing she’ll want to see if there'd be anything to add to her collection.
“You’ve bought me everything.” Law glances at the bags of clothes you insisted on holding for her.
“I’ll buy you more.” Your assurance carries a subtle playfulness as you head towards the entrance, coaxing her to follow with the soft chime of the door’s bell.
Above all else, you want Law to enjoy herself. It’s only natural as her partner, prioritizing her happiness and comfort like it’s second nature. Still, you know she never wanted to spend her day clothes shopping. You feel as if this could help, inviting her to shop for something she wants to buy rather than has to.
Yet despite your continuous efforts to help her enjoy herself, and to perhaps ease her into the unfamiliarity of her changed body, there’s still an apparent weight lingering on her mind.
Even as Law becomes engrossed in an intricately crafted coin display, her focus soon shifts back to you. You can feel it. Pausing from across the shop, you meet her eyes with a questioning look. She simply blinks, breaking the momentary connection to redirect her attention back to the coins as if nothing is wrong.
You’d believe it and chalk her silent stare down to her usual introspective awkwardness, if not for the touch of vulnerability in the depth of her eyes. It was like an unsaid question, a stubborn thought part of her wants to voice, but can’t quite find the words to do so.
You hope to give her the opportunity. When the two of you continue back to the submarine, distancing yourselves from the island’s townscape and the eyes of its people, your affection turns more physical. The way your hand lingers on the small of her back offers a subtle sense of security. It expresses openness, reassures support, softly reminding her that you’re here.
She stays quiet throughout the walk, and you don’t mind. She doesn’t need to force it. Aware of how difficult it can be for her to express complicated emotions, you’re patient, staying by her side to listen when she’s ready. It’s unconditional, nonjudgmental, tender and genuine and devoted. All you want is for her to know that.
Maybe tonight, you can remind her exactly how much you love her.
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Trafalgar D Water Law was the captain of the Heart Pirates and a former member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Law was a highly intelligent and cunning pirate, often outsmarting his opponents and using his wit to his advantage in a fight. He was also known to be a master strategist, capable of coming up with elaborate plans to defeat his enemies.
So why were you, one of his crew members, trying to hide the fact that you were dead sick?
The crew had taken a toll after being ambushed by a carefully calculated group of pirates. Even though they won the battle, people were still heavily injured and needed to be taken care of. The crew had been pushed to their limits and the captain was already doing all he could to nurse most of them back to health.
Your injury didn't seem severe compared to some of the other members of the crew who had sustained more serious wounds, including broken bones and deep lacerations.
In comparison, your injury was just a graze, and so you felt it would be better to hide it from the captain and not add to his already heavy workload.
Law looked around the deck, his gaze taking in each crew member. "Is everyone ready?" he asked, his voice steady but concerned.
The crew nodded in agreement, some with a slight grimace of pain as they shifted to get comfortable. "Yes, Captain," they replied in unison. You also said "Yes, Captain," trying to make your voice sound as steady as possible while your arm throbbed painfully in your grip.
Law looked around the deck one more time before speaking. "We're going to make camp on the island that we've anchored by," he said. "Get some rest, and I'll make a plan in the morning."
With a collective sigh of relief, the crew members cheered in appreciation of not having to move for more. Everyone was exhausted and the thought of having to move further was daunting. They welcomed the chance to rest and regain their strength, even if it was just for a few hours.
After the plan was laid out, the crew split up into two groups. One group would stay behind and set up camp while the other group was able to explore the island. The group that stayed behind worked quickly and efficiently to get the camp set up. Meanwhile, the other group was able to explore the island and enjoy its natural beauty.
You and Ikkaku were part of the group exploring the island, and were both excited to be able to take in the sights and sounds of the environment. You were also happy to have an opportunity to take your mind off of your injury and get away from the hustle and bustle of the ship. You and Ikkaku walked around the island, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the environment.
Ikkaku looked over at you with a concerned expression. "Are you sure you weren't injured?" she asked as they walked. You shook your head and smiled.
"No, I'm fine," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.
"That's good," she said. "We don't need any more injuries on top of what we already have."
You nodded in agreement, feeling a rush of relief that your injury had gone unnoticed.
Both of you came across a patch of bright flowers, and you were immediately fascinated. You were able to identify half of them with just a glance, but for the ones you didn't know, you quickly plucked them and placed them in your bag.
Ikkaku smiled as you carefully collected the flowers, noting your interest in the environment around you. You smiled back, feeling a sense of satisfaction that you were able to recognize and appreciate the beauty of the island.
Seeing how enthralled you were with the flowers, Ikkaku decided to mess with you.
Ikkaku glanced over at you with a mischievous grin. "So, what do you think of the Captain?" she asked. You blushed, feeling your cheeks heat up. "He's... he's a good leader," you said, trying to avoid the conversation and focus on the flowers.
Ikkaku chuckled. "Come on, admit it," she said. "You have a crush on him!" You shook your head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"No, I don't," you said, but you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face.
Ikkaku laughed. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone," she said. You laughed and rolled your eyes, feeling relieved that the conversation had shifted to something a bit less serious.
Ikkaku was right though. Even though you were the most recent to join the Heart Pirates, you were quick to befriend Law and quickly developed a strong bond with him.
You didn't care if it was because of your devil fruit powers or not; you were quickly enamored with the Heart Pirates and grateful for the opportunity to join them.
You had eaten the Yume Yume no Mi (Dream-Dream Fruit), which gave you the ability to shoot a cosmic ray to make people fall asleep for an desired amount of time or fall sleep so deep that they can die. You had seen first-hand how powerful your ability was, and you had to be extra careful to not let your powers get out of control.
Law was intrigued by your devil fruit power and was eager to learn more about it. After some research, he discovered that you could also use your powers to control people's emotions, but with a catch - a flower was needed in order to do so.
For example, with a lavender flower, you can make someone feel calm and relaxed. The specific emotion that the flower induces depends on the type of flower used. A rose can make someone feel more passionate or in love, while a chrysanthemum can make someone feel more joy or happiness.
With the discovery of your devil fruit's power, you and Law became even closer. Whenever Law would get overwhelmed by the amount of paperwork, you would use your power to calm him down with a lavender flower. Law was amazed at how effective your power was, and how it could be used to help him manage his stress.
Law knew exactly when to give you a subtle glance when he was arguing with someone, like telepathy, "Use it on me now before I cut this person in two," would transfer to your mind and you would quickly wave a flower at him to help him relax before he lost his temper.
He was grateful for your devil fruit powers and the calming effect it had on him in those intense moments, allowing him to get back to a more level-headed state.
But these recent days, you could feel your heart beat faster when he would look at you or when he would lean towards you to whisper what flower to use against the enemy. You were surprised by these feelings and although you tried to keep them under control, the more you were around Law, the more your heart seemed to flutter with anticipation.
You knew that you were developing feelings for him, but you were unsure of how to act on them. You were scared of the consequences of your actions and you were hesitant to express your emotions.
You knew that your devil fruit power could help Law, but you also knew that it could not help you express how you truly felt.
You carefully examined the petals of the flower, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts that had been running through your head. You knew that your feelings for Law were strong, but you were not sure if he felt the same way. You were scared to make a move and risk ruining the friendship that you had built over the years.
With a sigh, you looked up from the flower and replied, "Me and Law are just... friends."
Ikkaku replied, "Are you sure about that? Because the way he looks at you says something else. It's like he can't keep his eyes off you. I think he may have feelings for you too."
You were shocked by Ikkaku's words and couldn't believe what she was suggesting. You had never considered the possibility that Law could have feelings for you, and you were left speechless.
You felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly looked away, not wanting to face the truth. You felt a mixture of emotions, ranging from joy to fear, and you were unsure of how to proceed.
"Let's separate to get more materials," you said, trying to come up with an excuse to be alone and process your thoughts.
You knew that the material was important, but you also wanted to take this opportunity to think about what Ikkaku said and to figure out how you could proceed in this situation.
She nodded and went off to the left, while you headed to the right. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves and clear your head.
As you walked, you thought about what Ikkaku had said and your feelings for Law. You were unsure of what to do, but you knew that whatever you did, it would have to be carefully considered.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain from your injured arm that brought you back to reality. The pain was sharp and pulsing, radiating from your arm and throughout your body. You winced and gritted your teeth, trying to bear the pain.
You felt a tightness in your chest and your breathing became shallow as you tried to cope with the pain. You felt a wave of nausea wash over you and your vision started to blur, but you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths and focus on the situation.
What was going on? Why had the pain suddenly become so intense? Was this pain connected to the emotions you was feeling?
As the pain intensified, you felt yourself beginning to lose consciousness. You felt your body swaying and you put out a hand to steady yourself, but it was too late. You felt yourself slipping away as the world around you started to blur and fade.
You tried to fight it, but you felt yourself slowly sinking into a deep fog. You heard a distant voice, but it was too faint to make out what it was saying. With one last effort, you tried to open your eyes, but you could not.
Darkness descended and you felt yourself slipping away into unconsciousness.
"Oh my! You will be my wife!" An unfamiliar voice stated happily, "Oh, this must be fate! I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one for me. I can't believe I've finally found you, my one and only true love!"
The weather on the sea is stormier than it has been for a long time, but you love to watch the spectacle on the sea. No matter how wild the sea is, you could fall asleep on the spot. You close your eyes for a moment because the smell of the rain is just so soothing. You hardly get wet on the huge branch, of the even larger tree. You enjoy the sporadic and cool raindrops on your skin. You listen to the waves crashing against the cliffs. You don't even notice how you slide down slightly. It was already too late when you opened your eyes again but you were able to grab a vine just in time. Your white dress is partly sticking to your skin and partly blowing in the wind. Once again, you will be late.
"Grandpa won't like the way you look (y/n)" you chuckle to yourself as you put your free hand in front of your mouth and continue to hang on to the vine with your other hand. You swing back and forth on the vine to get back on the branch. Actually, you just wanted to do your task quickly and then go back to the village for the ceremony, but even as a child you were always drawn to the sea.
You still need some momentum to reach the branch when suddenly a sound appears in the sea. Your gaze wanders to the sea while you hold onto the vine with both arms.
Something unbelievable is happening before your eyes.
A huge, shiny, yellow vessel??!! - appeared from the depths of the sea? What is that? Your eyes filled with curiosity now look up at the sky and watch the shiplike part fly into the air. It's a little further away, but you can clearly see an icon on the side. A grinning face? Your breath is taken away. This symbol looks familiar, but one small detail is missing from that grinning face.
I swear by the gods of Tanata that I've seen something like this before.
You thought with a fixed gaze, not a word leaves your lips while you are hanging on the vine. You've seen navy ships, and you know your father came to the island with a ship, but their ships looked very different from the thing in front of you. Both in style and construction. Your father and his crew were archaeologists who explored the island because your land is rich in treasures and ancient history. However, they never expected to come across a forgotten civilization that lives in peace. And as life sometimes is, your father fell in love with your mother and for a long time the whole crew lived in the village and everyone was happy.
.. -Was happy-
Your father and his friends, who explored the seas, told you and your people many stories about the world. They bragged about their adventures at festivals and it was always a highlight for children and the curious. They told of all the different creatures on other islands or in the sea. You always found sea kings interesting and Nagi, your father's navigator, drew you a wide variety of sea kings. You've still kept Nagi's drawings safe, as it’s just a relic from your happy childhood. Sometimes your father wanted to talk about pirates and the battles they won against them, but the subject was taboo according to your mother.
Grinning, you think back to the time when your mother was always angry with father when he talked about pirates. She didn't want me as a child to hear about what kind of heartless people exist and what they do to their own species. Our people are good natured, and we firmly believe in the good in all souls. This was appreciated and respected by your father. Your father loved mother's kindness. Unfortunately, your father wasn't the last experience with some kind of outsiders. This brings you back to the familiar symbol that brought up all your memories.
Pirates.
Are they the same!? The same horrible people from 10 years ago?
The symbol triggers fear in you.
A rather crashing splash brings you out of the past, because with a force the thing crashes back into the sea and after it has been briefly swallowed by the surface of the water, it reappears.
"Okay, I'll just take a quick look at this! Only very briefly. They could be hostile people or even worse, pirates!" After all, you are something of a guardian or goddess of this island. You should definitely know what this vessel is all about. At least that's what you tell yourself, so maybe Grandpa doesn't freak out too much.
Slowly you let yourself slide down the vine, until the end. Nevertheless, you are still about 100 meters in the air, but that doesn't bother you. You just let yourself fall and be caught by huge plants that you can -move- with your devil fruit power.
Once on the ground, you quickly straighten your veiled sleeves, which always slip because the sleeves are attached to hoops that are around your upper arms. You look down on yourself. Your skirt is slightly wet and a bit dirty at the bottom, but that doesn't matter now. As you make your way to the cliffs, you hope for the best.
Hastily you move through the dense greenery. The island is your home and you know your way around. Gracefully you jump over every obstacle, swing with a vine over one of the many rivers that flows trough the island, until you reach the edge of the massive forest. Behind you are trees so big that you can hardly see into the forest, as the picture disappears into a deep green.
Barely set foot out of the forest, you encounter the salty breeze of the sea and the rain of the storm. You squint your eyes as you get used to the cool air on your skin. Your hair blows lightly in the wind. It's always warm in your forest. All life on the island is protected from wind and weather as the forest becomes denser at the edge, but the sun always finds its way to the ground and provides a tropical climate. The cool breeze doesn't bother you, quite the opposite. You love this difference, the unknown as well as the sea. The rain, however, is much heavier than it is in the forest.
Your eyes scan the sea in search of the unknown object. Weren't you fast enough? You ask yourself as you slowly walk to the edge of the cliffs. Crouching you look into the depths, but the yellow thing is nowhere to be seen, only the stormy sea as it rushes against the cliffs. You look to the right and see that one of the few caves in the rock walls is open. An entrance that you and your people have barricaded.
There are some entrances on this cliff island, these are actually river paths that lead from the sea through the island. However, this offers opportunities to get to the island. For many generations, these entrances have been closed and opened once a month to renew the water level. Since the island is something like a bowl, it doesn't take long for the rivers and lakes to fill up and then all entrances are closed again. Through the brilliant craftsmanship and knowledge of your father and his crew, the people have managed to make the traces of the entrances invisible. But that's not the only reason why this land is so pristine and protected. The regular storms off the island make mooring impossible, the danger of crashing into the fallen rocks is too high. The island exists on the map, but despite aids it is not possible to navigate here. Various natural phenomena hinder orientation. It is lucky to find this island even in good weather. You have a guess about the whereabouts of the unknown object. A few steps back, you turn on your heels and hurriedly run into the forest. You'll have to search the river and you're almost certain you'll find the Yellow Wonder. You're so soaked by now, but your blood is boiling. You're excited, you're scared, but your curiosity is what makes you boil the most. In the distance you can hear the water flowing, it occurs to you that too much water will enter the valley due to the storm, especially since only one entrance is open. You put your fingers to your lips and whistle into the distance, after a while a paradisiacal bird appears with magnificent colors and as big as a cat.
"Thank you for coming, Hetius." You gently stroke the bird's magnificent plumage and then reach into your pocket. You take a pen and your diary out of your shoulder bag. You quickly write on one page that a gate in the north is damaged and sign your name. You don't mention the Yellow Thing. You don't know yet if there's any danger, but your grandfather would send out soldiers right away.
You tear the page out of the book, fold it, and put it in the tube strapped to the bird's foot.
"Hetius, my faithful friend, please fly to Grandfather as fast as possible and deliver the news. I'll reward you fairly later," you wink at the bird, which chirps happily. These paradisebirds are animals with character and even if they are loyal, they will make you feel it if you forget the reward.
With one last chirp, the big bird takes to the air and without wasting another second, you dedicate yourself to the search of the yellow thing again.
In order not to be discovered, you decide to continue searching from the branches. You want to climb up the tree whose bark is as smooth as it is slippery, but that's not a problem for you. You put both hands on the tree and take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Branches of different sizes and curves in the bark quickly grow alternately, turning the tree in front of you into a climbing wall. Quickly you climb up, to where the first real branches start to grow. Since the trees here are quite close together, it is easy for you to jump from tree to tree. Further and further along the river you will see the yellow construct in front of you. It's bigger than you thought and you now notice that things have changed a bit. It now looks a little more like a ship because sails have been stretched out with the grinning face as a print.
Father had secretly told you that the pirates call this picture on the sails and flags their Jolly Roger. So they're actually pirates. You eye the ship sceptically. On the deck you see a few people in funny suits, who follow a certain workflow and you watch the spectacle from above.
The door of the ship opens and a tall, slender man in a white hat and black dots steps out onto the wooden deck. Close behind him follows… a white bear walking upright!!
Your eyes sparkle at the sight, your cheeks all red because you are so delighted.
Today is such an interesting day.
In front of the man from just now, gather three people. One woman and two men. Everyone wears these unusual suits except for the man with the hat. They salute him as he explains something to them with his arms crossed. Too bad you don't hear them. Apparently, the speech is over, because the three set off in different directions, while the man with the bear are going towards the bow and looks down. Apparently, the river is too narrow at this point and they are stuck. You'd like to get closer, but the risk of being spotted is too high. Even if their Jolly Roger made you feel uncomfortable, you no longer feel fear while watching the people on the boat.
More people come out the door, all in different, flashy clothes. You realize that there are two women among the group. But you don't see their faces because they have their backs to you. Opposite the women are two men, one with green hair and the other with blond hair. The green-haired man turns away from the three of them and walks towards the man at the bow. You watch as the people in the suits prepare a ramp to go ashore. The two women and the blonde guy leave the ship and look around. You lie flat on the branch to make yourself as small as possible while the two women come towards you.
Quietly and quickly you jump to another branch, which is closer to the ship. Even if it's risky, you want to take the risk. You definitely have a better view of the 3 people at the bow now. The bear is totally upset and hobbles back and forth, something seems to be wrong. The sight of the bear makes you giggle without realizing that you are still standing and since you are so close to the ship, this is very careless.
Your laughter suddenly stops and you quickly lie down flat. You just noticed that the green haired man is looking up at you and the heads of the other two are following. Nervously, you hold your hands in front of your mouth. With sweat on your forehead, you hope no one has seen you. Carefully you peek down the branch, hoping that their eyes are turned away from you. Unfortunately for you, all three of them look at you and the two men reflexively grab the swords they are carrying.
You get up abruptly because of their reaction. Do they want to harm you? Do they want to fight? The tension is broken when an incredibly loud noise appears. It sounds like a wave is coming towards us. The gaze of the 3 men goes forward and you follow their gaze. Already from here you can see what a monster wave is coming to all of you. The bear screeches in panic, while they are still frozen in place.
You wanted to take advantage of the situation and understand it when you heard a loud and deep voice.
"ROOM!" comes from the man in the hat. Now, you take a closer look at the man and stop again. With an interesting movement with his one hand, he stands quite calmly on the deck. His other hand holds his sword, which he leans against his shoulder. Amazed at what's next, you didn't really notice a kind of blue dome covering the entire ship. Astonished, you wonder what it is. The call of the green haired man takes you out of your thoughts.
"Oi! LAW! Nami, Robin and Sanji are already on the island. We have to get them back, otherwise they are in danger!" He notes. Your gaze goes in the direction where you last saw the three. They are still there, looking at the plants and the surroundings, looking as if they are not aware of the seriousness of the situation.
You bite your lip as you look back at the ship. The dome is slowly getting bigger. What will the man do with it? Can he save them all?
You think about what you're doing and as you become more and more aware of the sounds of the water, you grit your teeth and close your eyes.
One moment you were still on the branch and out of nowhere you appeared on the deck, right in front of the men.
Surprised, the green-haired man takes a step back, hands on his sword again, ready to attack! You look directly into the eyes of the man in the hat, who just looks at you calmly as the mysterious space around you grows.
Ice cold gray eyes scrutinize your being. How the hell did you get down here so fast? With his eyebrows furrowed, he stares into your (e/c) eyes but he quickly concentrates on the wave again.
"tcht" Leaves his lips as he grimaces.
You quickly turn towards the wave, which seems unstoppable from now on. Slowly, you raise one hand. From the side you hear a women's screams. Obviously the others are back and know what the situation is. Your complete concentration is on the monster wave in front of you. You have to concentrate because it will take a lot of your energy. With a sharp breath you pause for a moment and focus on the sound of the wave. You feel the size and it feels like the weight of the wave is on top of you. With your eyes closed, you wait for the perfect moment. Just when the right moment comes, you open your eyes and whisper a tender:
-Freeze-
The shouting of the people on the ship stops. The bear is still running in circles in panic. The man, who was called Law by the green haired man, looks at the frozen wave with slightly dilated eyes. The wave stopped on the spot... right in front of the ship.
Slowly, with a friendly smile, you turn to the people who have slowly gathered. With a snap, the huge wave evaporates and small drops of water fly through the air. Silence on the ship. Some are just completely amazed at what just happened before their eyes. This huge wave is just gone. Even the bear slowly realized that there was no longer any danger.
Some eyes look at you with curiosity but the eyes of the two men in front of you look at you with scepticism. Your smile never leaves your lips. You think about how to break this awkward silence. It's starting to make you a little nervous. You're all alone in front of all these people and who knows who else is in this ship. Just as you wanted to open your mouth, the man in the white polka dot hat speaks.
“Who are you” … this was more of a demand than a question. You thought to yourself. You look at him in surprise, a little outraged at his boldness. He on the other hand just looked at you casually.
His gaze seemed so intense… so… attentive?
His sword still rests at his shoulder. The green-haired man steps to his side, his hands on his swords. Your attention is now on him, as you may have to defend yourself.
“We know you’ve been watching us, so answer his question.”
Is that a threat? Well… now it's getting fun. You think for a moment and quickly find your words. With a small smile you say, “Where I come from, you introduce yourself before you ask the name of the person you’re talking to.”. You put your hands on your hips and look with a smile, from the green-haired man to the silent hat-wearer. He just looks you in the eyes silently and a small grin appears on his face.
A somewhat arrogant grin.
“You can call me Law.” – “My name is Roronoa Zoro” The two introduce themselves without any further comment. Nice. Apparently they have some manners.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You place your hand on your chest as you bend over slightly. You don't want a fight. On the one hand, you want to know what they want here, and on the other hand, you're just curious. You don't feel like fighting, even if you can fight.
Zoro’s posture takes on a more relaxed stance. The other three who previously came out of the ship with Zoro, have now joined them. One of the women, a little younger and with orange hair comes a little closer to you.
“You helped us, I would like to thank you for that!” Even when she expresses her gratitude to you, she seems slightly tense. You look over the crowd, in general they all look a bit tired.
“You don’t need to thank me, that was the best solution in my opinion.” You smile gently at her.
“OOOOH MADEMOISELLE! I thought I was going to drown because of the wave, but now it's just your beauty that's washing me away!” With a somewhat shrill voice, their blonde comrade kneels and woos you. You nervously try to keep your distance, your cheeks slightly red.
“I thank you for your... words…? But you don’t have to come so close to me” You cross your finger in front of yourself and everyone can tell that you’re embarrassed. You look pretty cute with how embarrassed you are about the situation. You look away from the blonde and notice how Zoro and Law are visibly disgusted. Yupp. You find this cringe too.
“SANJI DISTANCE!” The orange haired woman shouts and hits him on the head. Rubbing his head, the blonde man steps back and lights a cigarette. You breathe out in relief and your cheeks return to their normal color.
“My name is Nami by the way” She smiles at you as she clasps her hands behind her back. You find her very endearing for a brief moment, but Law's commanding voice takes you out of the moment.
“Can you tell us where we are right now?” You look into his strong, gray eyes “You are on the island of Tanata. Didn’t you come here on purpose?” you ask.
Are they just lost? You secretly hope...
“To put it briefly, we are more like shipwrecked people.” He answers you. You won't lose the feeling that they must have been through more than just being stranded. You look around. Almost everyone suffered injuries.
“You said we are on Tanata?” The second woman, who has been quietly observing everything so far, looks at you expectantly.
“My name is Nico Robin.” She smiles softly at you, and you smile right back.
"Yeah right. It is extremely rare that…” – “(Y/N)!!!!” You hear it calling from the forest. You also know who the voice belongs to. It is, of course, the voice of your uncle… the commander of the Kings army. The soldiers surround the ship and are ready to attack but your uncle raises his hand, signalling that the soldiers should stop and wait for his order. With just a few jumps he stands on the deck and comes towards you with heavy steps.
“I greet you Commander Zelos.” nervously you say and bow slightly to your uncle.
NOT. GOOD! You panic a bit.
I should have known that Grandfather would also send the army! I was so distracted by my childish curiosity.
As you bow, you bite your lip. You didn't expect that. If only you had a little more time to figure out whether they are friends or enemies.
“I’m listening.” his stern voice startles you and you stand bolt upright. You scratch your head tensely as you suppress a nervous laugh. You look into his eyes and give your uncle your sweetest smile, which would make everyone melt.
“I… got lost…” You clasp your hands together and shamelessly lie with puppy eyes. Your uncle is actually the sweetest person, but he takes his job as commander very seriously...
However, he always had a weak heart with you.
He exhales in annoyance and reaches behind his back, where his huge battle axe is attached. He turns to the strangers and taps the ground with his long handle, making a loud, dull noise.
“I give you the chance to leave this place without a fight. If you refuse to leave this island as quickly as possible, we will make sure that you leave the island or die." The aura around my uncle seems threatening and the situation is so tense that you can hardly breathe.
“We have several injured people and one person on board whose life is in danger. It was not our intention to come to this island. However, we cannot leave immediately because the ship needs certain repairs. We don't necessarily want to fight either." Nami tries to defuse the situation with her words while she pokes Zoro in the side with her elbow as he is already in a fighting position.
“Someone’s life is in danger?!” you startle, looking worriedly at Nami’s face. She nods slightly.
"We are pirates who fought in the decisive battle of the Navy and the Whitebeard Pirates, and Law and his crew helped us out quite a bit." Sanji explains further as he blows out the smoke from his cigarette. Your uncle listens quietly to their words. He knows these people will only be trouble, but he also sees how worried you are. He already knows what's coming and he doesn't quite know how to prevent it. Because even if he is a commander, your rank puts you above him.
“Zelos, did you hear?” Hastily you grab his arm and look up at him. “One of them is very badly injured. I will help them. You know I can’t neglect my duty!” you press him as he rolls his eyes.
“Are you going to talk to the king?” What do you want to tell him?” He belittles you with his questions. You don't actually want to talk to Grandpa because the reason is beyond childish. You just don't feel like they're bad people, but your grandfather the king wouldn't accept that. You let out a heavy puff, but you don't want to admit defeat.
“I don’t like saying that…” You take a step back and straighten your back and elegantly clasp your hands together in front of you. Your determined gaze meets your uncle.
“...But you leave me no choice, Commander. I, (y/n), order you to leave with the soldiers. I will offer my help where I think it is needed. If you can't follow my decision, I would like to remind you of something important in life..." You look at the many strange faces who are watching the situation somewhat perplexed. A grin lies on your lips. You slowly walk forward to one of the injured people on the ship. You walk closely past Law and Zoro, whose eyes are on you as you calmly walk towards a young man. He wears a cap that has the word -Penguin- on it. He quickly looks left and right and blushes when he notices you walking straight towards him.
A really beautiful woman approaches him. Beads of sweat flow like a waterfall down his face. Your face is as beautiful as it was created by the gods. One step and he could smell your probably delicate and gentle scent... you're that close to him. Your gaze is on the untreated wound on his cheek. But the young man, without you really noticing, gets it aaaaaaall wrong. He must believe that you are looking at his lips. It's literally steaming out of his ears.
“Hey, what are you going to do to one of my crew members?” Law grumbles dangerously, now standing by your side and his sword firmly in his hand. Your uncle responds, standing on your other side with a tight grip on his axe. He watches Law very closely so that he can react in case of doubt.
You give Law your warmest smile before turning away from him. Law's eyes widen slightly, a flicker goes through his eyes. He briefly closes his eyes and relaxes his body as his eyes follow you again. Everyone on the ship watches intently.
You place your hand on the man's cheek where the wound is, calmly breathe in and close your eyes. The young man is startled when he feels your warmth and a feeling of well being spreads throughout his entire body. His cheek is slightly warm, and you open your eyes again, removing your hand from his cheek.
“I believe in the good in people’s hearts until they prove me otherwise.” You speak out loud as you look over your shoulder at your uncle. Your mother had said similar things to your uncle when they were children… You're so similar to her, he thought. Satisfaction appears on your face. The young man touches his cheek in disbelief, his wound has disappeared. With widened eyes, everyone looks at the man who was previously injured.
You turn to your uncle.
“Can you follow my views, and will you join me in believing in the good in people?” You asked him confidently. Your uncle gets down on one of his knees and lowers his head.
“Of course, my Holiness” – “Rise Commander” you say to him while touching his shoulder with your delicate hands.
You happily clap your hands once to break the silence.
With your eyes closed, you grin to yourself and say the following words, slightly embarrassed.
“I am very sorry for the way we welcomed you. We rarely have strangers here and prefer it that way. However, I didn't want to judge you too quickly and get an idea of you first. Please be our guests. I want to make the unpleasant situation better and offer you my hand.” With your last sentence you turn to Law, who looks at you intently. You hold out your small hand and give him a bashful smile. He hesitantly grabs your hand.
His handshake is firm and yet his hands are soft. You look at his hands and see his tattoos. “Death” is written on his knuckles.
- How gloomy-
Your gaze wanders back up, only to notice Law still watching you. With slightly reddened cheeks, you let go of his hand. Law's eyes are still on you as he begins to speak.
"We accept the offer. However, our submarine is still stuck.”
“Hmmm, that’s true,” you replied thoughtfully with your hand on your chin. “We probably won’t find a solution so quickly, but it’s safe on the island since the entrance is closed again.” Zelos speaks. You turn away from Law who has switched his gaze from you to your uncle and you do the same.
Nami arrives carefully and raises her hand slightly as if she wanted to say something important.
“That all sounds very good, but there are quite a feeew people… where should we stay? And apart from that, our captain is very seriously injured. If you can really help, we should get to your doctors as quickly as possible. Luffy has been through a lot and was even recently poisoned. Chopper and Law did their best, but Luffy still suffers,” she says, a little embarrassed and very worried.
Questioningly, you put a hand on your hip and look at the young woman with a slightly furrowed brow.
“What is a doctor?”
“EEEEEEEEHHH???!!!!” It sounds like a choir on the ship.
Eyes literally pop out of everyone's eyes. You said you could help, and you even made the man's wound disappear??? Pure confusion spreads across their faces.
In the corner of your eye, you see Law looking at you almost disturbed. How are you supposed to help without medical knowledge? He is aware that you have, somehow, healed one of his members. He's not entirely sure how you did it, but he definitely wants to find out.
You're not sure, but did you really just see Law smiling a little mischievously at you? You dismiss the idea; you probably just imagined it. You turn your attention back to Nami.
“We don't have any -doctors- but I assure you that I can help you. Please trust me” With an optimistic look, you grab her hands and squeeze them gently.
She remains motionless for a small moment but can't help but sigh softly as she looks into your kind face.
“We have no choice at the moment and I want to trust you,” she replies with a smile and returns the pressure on your hands. You grinned at each other. A clearing of someone’s throat brings you back. Your eyes go to your uncle, who was the one clearing his throat.
“It hasn't been decided yet where you want to accommodate all your guests.” Your uncle says with a raised eyebrow. “I already have an idea. I'm sure you won't like the idea, but my mind is made up." Everyone can tell that you're close. It seems very familiar between you and the commander. You give the tall, menacing man a cheeky grin and turn around.
“We should get going.” You look up at the sky. “The sun will soon set, the storm has subsided and I do not wish to become the prey of a Cerberus. The forest will be getting reaaally dark and you can't see well. With so many injured we are easy prey." - "There are Cerberuses here???" Robin says with interest. “Yes, and they are dangerous when they hunt in packs.” – “Okay guys, get ready to leave, secure the ship and prepare to transport the Straw Hat. You heard (Y/N). We shouldn’t stay here.” Law interrupts you as he calls out to the group.
The crew runs around hurriedly. Just like before when you were on the branch, you are observing a systematic process. You watch with interest as the sails are lowered and the ship is secured. Your uncle puts a hand on your shoulder, but your gaze doesn't look away from the scene in front of your eyes.
"I'm curious to hear what you'll say to Father." He speaks so quietly that only you can hear him. You recognize that teasing tone and nudge his side with your elbow.
“Grandpa may be the King, but I am the Holy Princess.” You wink at him.
Zelos is sure that HE will face the consequences, but how can he say anything against you when your face reminds him so much of his sister - your mother -. You don't have her fine blonde hair, but your face looks so much like hers and you definitely have the same personality. The same mind, the same compassion, the same curiosity in the heart. Your uncle rolls his eyes and huffs. You're bold and you definitely didn't get that from your mother... you got THAT from your father! But your father also gave you good qualities. You have become a strong woman even if you don't look like one.
From the outside it would look like the commander was annoyed, but you just laugh at him because you know he loves you like a father.
The door of the ship opens again and out comes a few crew members with a person on a hospital bed. You see a quite young man; he doesn't look good. There are bandages everywhere that are stained with blood in some places. He is white as a sheet and even from where you stand you can see the shadows under his eyes. It makes you so sad when you see someone suffering.
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