#eventually get to where she wants. and the resilient determination.. 'i won't let their deaths be pointless there's more good i'm gonna do'

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No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction

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For Kanna's birthday, Law takes her to an island filled with flowers. She eventually decides to make her captain a flower crown.

While helping her gather flowers, Law reflects on how he met Kanna.

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Chapter 0-Heart

sfw, trauma, cussing, fluff, self-harm, comfort, angst, mentions of abuse

The history between the two of you was quite different than that and most of your crew mates. He knew it all too well. 

“Heliotrope…”

Law had first encountered you in Dressrosa after Doflamingo’s downfall. He remembered your hooded dark green cloak and how tightly you held onto Zoro. 

“Who is this?”

“This is Reader. We thought you’d be the best person to take care of her.” 

“We? You mean your crew? Where’s Mugiwara-ya?”

“Look, there’s no time. She needs treatment. now.”

“Tch, can you at least tell me what happened to her?”

“You’ll find out soon. Just get moving!”

Zoro had placed you into his arms. You were so light. 

“Jeez…” he mumbled, letting out a frustrated sigh. 

“Petunia…”

Law remembered the irritating buzzing of the infirmary lamp, the dreary office walls, the creaking of the ship, the humming of the machinery. He remembered the pressure in his ears as he removed your garments. 

Blood. Bruises. Scabs. Lacerations. 

Broken ribs. A black eye. A broken nose. 

Battered knees. Large bite marks. Raw knuckles. 

A cut lip. A dark ring around your neck. Hickies. 

He didn’t even need to do a full examination to know the torment you suffered back in Dressrosa. 

It was nauseating. He felt sick. And he was almost certain he knew who did this to you. 

Doflamingo.

Your silence was satisfactory enough.

“Hydrangea…” 

In the beginning, you rarely spoke. 

To your crewmates, you were like a feral wild cat. They teased you for it, unaware of the cumulative trauma you endured. Upon catching wind of the comment, Law had a brief meeting with his crew to tell them to "shut the hell up". 

He knew they didn't mean anything bad by it, but actions speak louder than words. It was not his story to tell and he respected your privacy.

"Because I'm your captain! I won't explain myself. Just do as you're told. She's a person, you idiots. She's not a fucking cat."

He knew your behavior was reactive. Law recalled one occasion when you became so enraged with him keeping you in the infirmary room for so long, that you bit his hand. All he could see when looking at you was a reflection of himself all those years ago. 

He knew that pain and the fear better than anyone else on board. Despite it all, he recognized your determination, your strength, your resilience. 

“Amaryllis…”

You knew death, and you did not fear it.

 When you trained with him, you fought with hatred. Darkness seeped from your blade and blinded your eyes the longer the matches carried on. You’d curse, spit insults, or scowl whenever someone tried approaching you. 

Sometimes, when walking by your room, he could hear you softly crying. 

You skipped every meal and most of your chores. You’d lock yourself in your room for most of the day. All you wanted to do when you came out of your room was train with him. 

Law remembered the day when he discovered the fresh cuts lacerated all over your arms and legs. You were no longer able to be trusted with blades. You were forbidden from training and joining the battlefield. 

He was so horrified and saddened by your actions, he couldn't sleep that night. He sat on the side of his bed, wrapped under his sheets, and sobbed. He felt powerless.

He promised himself to not let his feelings take control.

So, why? Why was this so difficult? 

“Marigold…”

He didn’t know what to do anymore. The Heart Pirates had tried everything. 

Law struggled to study some nights with how stressful life on the Polar Tang had become. 

Shachi even suggested leaving you at an island with your belongings and departing without even saying goodbye. 

“She’s deadweight, Captain. She’ll just make things worse and worse.”

“Just give her time.”

“How much time? What about the rest of us?”

“She’ll come through, just have hope, please.”

“...” Shachi stormed out of your office.

Still, Law had seen something in you. He saw your fighting spirit. You were just scared and traumatized. You weren’t evil. If you were, Zoro would never have held you tightly in his arms. Hell, you wouldn’t even be here.

Something deep inside told him that he shouldn’t let go.

“Cosmos…”

So, he listened. 

He already wasn’t the best talker nor the most outgoing on board, but you were an enigma to Law. He wanted to talk to you, but first, he needed to understand you. It was his duty as a captain, after all. 

Sometimes, he would sit, leaning against your door, and lend you an ear. He’d bring two plates of food, most often just one, and set it outside of your room. 

While it was only for a brief moment everyday, that moment became an hour spent between the two of you.

When you didn’t want to talk, he left you alone. Despite everything, he still treated you as an equal.

“Hyacinth…”

Just like clockwork, you began to speak. You began to change for the better. You began to heal.

At first, it was grim and depressing. But, the more comfortable you became, you began to talk about the things that made you happy. 

You would even sit outside of your room and share a meal with him. Because of your daily ritual, you both began to eat more and became healthier. It was nostalgic for Law.

You began to leave your door slightly ajar throughout the day, and closed at night. You would only lock it shut when you were having a bad day.

Law remembers the first time you cleaned your entire plate of breakfast. 

He remembered how he didn’t want the toast he still had left to eat, and how you ate it for him. 

He remembered finding you in the kitchen later that night, snacking on leftover dessert from dinner. 

He remembered sitting at the table across from you, watching you eat happily with dried ice cream around your lips.

Law remembers the first time you laughed. After swabbing the hallways with soap and water, Bepo had accidentally slipped and left a wet paw print on the wall. The moment you noticed it, you giggled. 

He remembered the first time you told him hello, the first time you asked him a genuine question, the first time you greeted your crewmates. He was sure there were plenty of more first times that he wasn’t there to witness. 

Regardless, he knew he would treasure the rare moments he was there for.

The biggest milestone happened on Shachi’s birthday. 

The crew had decided to have a birthday breakfast, with a big buffet and assortment of drinks, fruit trays, and meats. 

About 10 minutes into the party, they saw a small, mousy person quietly walk into the kitchen. Your eyes immediately darted to the floor of the ship as you grabbed a plate and sat down next to Hakugan. 

The moment you took a bite of the strawberry, Ikkaku and Bepo almost cried. 

“Who’sbffdayis ut trrdyy (who’s birthday is it today?)” you asked, chewing with your mouth full. 

The crew burst out cheering. When Ikkaku hugged you, Law could see your discreet smile through the opening of her arm. 

He and his crew had begun doing acts of service for you, and spent time with you, playing, sharing meals, and hanging out. 

You had begun to change for the better. It was almost like night and day for Law. You were a commendable member to the crew, doing your chores diligently, sometimes offering to do chores for others. 

“Peony…”

Yet, out of all of the people you spoke to, you’d grown most fond of talking to him. 

Why me?

Your voice was soothing. It was comforting. It was a break from being stuck in the more stressful corners of his mind. 

Law touched the hibiscus flowers clipped to his kimono. 

In all of this, your presence kept his mind out of the dark sewers of his past. He no longer felt blinded by hatred. He no longer felt the need to squeeze his eyes shut. 

“Carnation…”

You were one of the few people that could make him laugh, too. He found that to be one of your best qualities. You were gentle to him and cooperated. 

Sometimes, you’d like leaving drawings on his desk or around the areas he sat. 

At first, he thought it was slightly annoying. But, the more and more you worked your way into his heart, he began to adore them. It didn’t matter what you made for him or gave him, he’d cherish them. 

You became close friends. For the rare occasions that you did show up to his office, he set up an area just for the two of you. 

Before long, he bought a small photo album at one island so he could store all of your drawings that you had given him. 

He never mentioned any of this to you, but, on one occasion when he had awoken from a horrible nightmare, he flipped through the photo book to calm himself down. 

It wasn’t full proof, obviously, but it helped a great deal. 

“Rose…”

Slowly but surely, Law had begun to feel…anxious around you. He felt nervous. 

Why did his heart race whenever you said his name? 

Why did his chest swarm with butterflies whenever you sat next to him during meals? 

Why did he find himself missing you more and more, longing for your presence whenever things became stressful? 

It frightened him. 

The best remedy, he thought, might be to avoid you. It was almost certain that you were the reason he was feeling sick. 

It didn’t last for long. It only made things worse. 

He wanted to hear you sing. He wanted your drawings. He wanted to see you smile and be happy. 

God, your smile. It reminded him so much of Corazon's. 

He wanted you to be near when you did your chores. He wanted to hear you talk-no, he wanted to hear your voice.

Damn it, what is wrong with me? I’ve never felt this way around anyone so, why her?

Law knew the answer. 

One night, after a long study session, Law stepped out of his room to see what his crew was up to. When he laid his eyes on you, he saw you, smiling and laughing. You turned to him and smiled.

“Captain!”

Law’s eyes widened and his cheek became hot. He hurried back to his office without a word. He shut the door behind him and slumped down on the floor.

“Reader-ya...” he repeated to himself over and over. 

“...”

His feelings for you were pure. They were romantic. Without even realizing it, you warmed up to him. You broke down the iron walls of his heart and left him vulnerable.

He loved you.

Law cried. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He knew it deep down all along. He wanted to protect you. 

Every smile, every laugh, every gentle touch, and every conversation was his way of telling you how much he loved you. Yet, it was terrifying.

He was scared of just how much he loved you. He wanted to love you freely, but he couldn't stop thinking about how much danger he could be putting you in. 

He didn’t want you to get hurt by anyone, yet he didn’t want to let go of what the two of you had. 

He didn't want you to be a secret, he hated lying. Law considered himself an honest man. 

He knew the moment he’d finally tell you that he was in love with you, he wouldn’t hold back. Law had feelings. He was just as human as you were. 

His heart beat for you and no one else. 

And now, here you were, making it beat louder and louder. 

He wished this moment would last forever. He was happy right here with you.

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