Severing rotted roots
law and yamato help their respective partners through the decision to be rid of toxic “family”
gn reader, cw: abusive parents
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You pace your room, chewing on your bottom lip. You’re not sure if you want to cry or scream, but there is a mounting urge to break something. Your eyes gloss over the area absentmindedly and shake your head. No, not worth it.
This is the last straw, you tell yourself, you won’t take it anymore. Not the disrespect, not the belittling, not the constant undermining of your dignity and autonomy. You’re done, enough of their cruel games and power plays. The only issue is breaking it to the person that’s gradually ruined your life since as far as you could remember.
Law
Your captain finds you faced down on your bed when he enters - he’d asked Bepo earlier to inquire about your whereabouts during dinner but you sent the polar bear away with incessant refusal to explain
Now, the crew was worried, and Law wasn’t going to silence or an empty stomach for an answer
He’d knock and announce that he was coming in, stubbornly seating himself in the chair you’d spent hours in working until you at least looked at him, waiting for you to answer the question hanging in the air
When that doesn’t work, he begins “lightly” jabbing you with Kikoku’s handle instead
You sit up with a disgruntled squawk, huffing at your captain’s pettiness
Law spares you a twitch of a smile, but it’s brief
“Wanna explain why you’ve been avoiding chores, meals, and cooping yourself in here all day?”
You give him an obvious look of ‘no’ but also knew that whenever your boyfriend was this adamant something, you’d have better luck drawing blood from stone than getting him to change his mind
In this case, rightfully so, since it seemed to pertain to your emotional state, you start gnawing on the tip of your nail, chipping it’s polish
“__, talk to me. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He puts his hand on your thigh and you don’t pull away, but aren’t looking at his face either
You fight the sting behind your eyes and curse the way your cheeks flare up whenever you get like this, it makes you feel weak and you can’t stand it, especially not in front of them
Law’s gaze softens; he’s familiar with this emotional struggle and retracts his hand, he doesn’t leave entirely but does allow you space, you curse as you angrily wipe the moisture from your eyes, refusing to look at your captain or let him see your face
You’re grateful for such a patient partner, eventually composing yourself enough to be comfortable with letting him in - you call out his name and you have all his attention, it’s never left since the moment he entered your room - Law gets the message; he shuffles his boots to sit with you against the wall, you hesitantly seat yourself between his legs and he lets you
Though you thought you’d put a lid on them earlier, the tears start once more as you explain the situation at home to your captain, about the conditions that lead you to flee in the first place, how your parent would act on the surface to others and the wretched person they were to you alone - ice fill Law’s veins at the recollection of each horrible memory
You end it off with a strained chuckle, sniffling as you tell him that setting out to sea was the best decision you ever made because you were miserable there and besides, it eventually lead you to him, to this crew - to your real family, the fact that your parent was trying to sink their claws back into you now, to “fix” your life of piracy, is only a testament to how they never cared in the first place
At least not for the person you really were, only the one they wanted you to be - the version of a child that never existed to begin with that only served to live in your parent’s head as an ideal to compare you to, someone you’d never be
He’s hesitant to accept this as the end to it and offers if there’s anything he or the Heart Pirates at large could to, brushing your hair aside to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, arms wrapped tightly around you
You feel safe here in his arms, you’ve never been happier in fact, but now that your past rears it’s ugly head again in the form of your parent threatening to call the navy on your new family even, you think about all the unhappiness and anguish from that accursed island that lead you down this path in the first place - the path of a ‘filthy pirate’, in their words.
Red flashes in your vision for a moment, thinking about how those people having the gall to refer to your real family like that, the folks who took you in and cared for you when they’d shunned you out. You lift your head from Law’s chest, taking comfort in the steady beat of your partner’s heart as you wiped the last of the tears from your eyes - right, your mind was made.
“They threatened us with the navy if I didn’t comply. A threat on our crew, captain.”
Law raises an eyebrow, almost as if it were a challenge to accept, you make yourself comfortable in the crook of his neck, feeling the curl of that mischievous smile against the crown of your head as your partner gives it another kiss.
“Yeah? Lets torch it to the ground.”
Yamato
He knows a thing or two about tyrannical parents
Getting to that point with him, though, could be a little tricky depending on how much you want to open up
Dense as he may appear (or is) sometimes, Yamato’s got a keen eye for sniffing out your emotions, especially if you’re feeling down
Like any good boyfriend, he wants to cheer you up! He wants to make you smile that gorgeous smile of yours again
When all his usual antics don’t work, he gets worried, even more so when you start putting on a fake smile and letting others around you not to fret because everything’s fine, really
Yamato doesn’t buy it, and he’s going to hound you for the real answer until you cough it up, no matter how much you try to push him away or dodge the subject he’s still hot on your tail
It’s not until you put your foot down and proper tell him to leave you alone that he pauses for a minute and straightens up, you immediately regret raising your voice like that but your body moves of it’s own accord and before you know it you’re running in the opposite direction; Yamato doesn’t follow you this time
You feel it’s deserved
Over the next few days, you hear snickers and whispers of a ‘lover’s spat’ between Kaido’s son and his partner, some rumors even going so far as to say that you were nothing more than a fling that he lost interest in once you started disobeying the “young master’s” will
You bite your tongue and hold your head up high at every turn, you had enough to put up with once you got home, you couldn’t afford to let the opinions of some replaceable lower grunts who didn’t know any better affect your judgement
Easier said than done, though
You cross paths with Yamato again after another screaming match with your parents that leaves you emotionally, physically, drained and worse for wear
He knocks his sandal against the tree you’ve managed to climb up on and wordlessly opens his arms once he has your attention
You leap into his embrace without hesitation, apologizing over and over again for your outburst last week while the stream of tears start once more and you try your best to coherently explain the reasons you’ve been so agitated lately, how you he’s the last person you meant to hurt but being around them - your supposed “guardian”, just made you feel so helpless and miserable
Through all of this, he’s attentive and patient, he hangs on every word, smoothing out your hair, situating you snugly between his legs as he makes himself comfortable against the tree’s trunk
There’s an unreadable look on his face when you look up at him after, staring far off into the distance, hand still cradling your head to the crook of his neck - you hedge a question if he’s still mad at you and he springs back to life, denying all possibly
“What?! __, I’d never be mad at you, not for this of all things!”
He takes your hands in his and you can see the sincerity in his eyes, how desperately he wants to convey these feelings to you, you allow yourself a breath of relief and a small mirthless chuckle
Instantly Yamato relaxes upon seeing your smile again, he cups your cheek and your lips meet after what feel like an eternity apart during this brief rift between the two of you - you pray that it’s the last
For a long while, he just holds you in silence, and you let him, loved and safe in his wonderful, big strong arms
You would begin to drift if not for the rumble in his chest
He starts telling you about how he spent his childhood, locked away after that fateful day 20 years ago, and how he’s been cursed by these shackles ever since; his dreams to see the world, his hopes that you’d be willing to join him, his yearning to finally leave this godforsaken island.
You understand the sentiment all too well.
“__, what do you want to do? You know I’ll be here for you, no matter what you choose.”
His eyes are glazed over again as he speaks, but you know you have Yamato’s undivided attention, alongside his unconditional love.
You push a lock of your boyfriend’s strangely colored hair behind his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek; his smile returns.
“I want to confront them.”
He takes your hand in his, palm callous but warm. “Okay, lets go.”
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