One Piece one shots.

Law x reader. Fallen Angel.

-AN-

I'm pretty sure you already know, but I'm not trying to romanticize self harm or depression in any way. But please, don't hesitate to send a message. Hope you enjoy this fanfic, love you all.!

She was on his mind. Again. Whenever he wasn't busy, she was all he seemed to think about.

For instance, how was she always so bloody happy? Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. She only ever smiled. For a moment, Law wondered if she was related to the Strawhat idiot.... No. She wasn't loud and obnoxious in serious situations like he was. Not to mention she looked nothing like him.

The dark captain pondered the possibility of her being an angel... Not because she was beautiful or anything... Well that, but more because she always seemed to have a positive outlook on everything. She always smiles, was always polite, and just seemed to be one of those girls you could imagine wearing a halo and wings.

Ah yes, there was no doubt that this hard-as-nails-come-at-me-if-you-dare captain softened slightly in her presence. Or when she was in his thoughts.

Tonight was like any other night. He lay, wide awake, maybe 1 or 2 hours sleep in total. It was maybe only 12 o'clock, and so Law would have to wait until morning. That was the science of Laws resting time. Once he was awake, he would not sleep again until the next night... should he have gotten any sleep at all.

However, instead of staring at his ceiling for about 7 hours,like usual, he kicked off his blanket and got up. A weird, almost animal like, strangled noise past his lips as she stretched. Arms above his head as the strong muscles in his back strained.

A cold shot hit his bare torso, abdominal tattoos exposed to the cold night air as goose bumps raised on his arms. His soft, black, pyjama bottoms having to be tied at his hips to prevent falling. Law liked his night-wear baggy.

Instead of putting on his hoodie, like any sane person would, he simply shuffled out of his room, bare footed and bare chested.

He walked through the empty corridors on his submarine, the snores of his subordinates becoming quite tedious after a while. Jeez, even when they were asleep his crew were loud and annoying. As he continued on, a sound that was not a snore floated into his ears. It sounded like... crying.

He made his way toward the noise, and as it got louder, he was able to say it was definitely crying. But it wasn't... normal crying. It was harsh, breathless sobbing. And every intake of breath that followed the sobs, were rugged. Whoever it was, they were certainly in pain. And as captain, even if he wasn't particularly bothered, he had to find out who it was.

But when he arrived outside of ______'s door, his heart wrenched. She was the one crying. For a moment, he was too anxious to even open the door and see what was wrong. But he had to, what if someone was... hurting her?

That thought definitely stoked a fire in his heart, and a protective instinct took over. Without further hesitation, he flung open the door. And what he saw, he couldn't even comprehend. Her room... It looked like a murder scene. Except she was the only one there... And she was the one holding the knife.

She knew he was there, but she was too ashamed to turn around. She was curious as to why her beloved captain was even out at this time of night, but it didn't matter. He'd caught her... all she could do now is wait for a reaction. Would he shout and get angry? Would he sit her down, and hug her? Would he cry and beg to know why she had done it?

She didn't know. She just hugged her blood stained blade closer. Arms trembling as her tears slipped down her cheeks and mingled with the blood on the jagged perforations of the knife.

She listened as Law slowly approached and kneeled in front of her. A slow, gentle hand reached over and slipped the weapon from her weakened hands, placing it behind himself and away from grasp.

He gently took her lax, left arm and pulled it closer, a hand reaching out to roll up her blood soaked sleave. Straight away, fear stabbed and spiked his heart. The damage she'd done to her own arm... was worse then some damage he had seen done by a sword. She hadn't just cut, or sliced. She had stabbed. She had actually stabbed the weapon right through her own arm... repeatedly. On top of that, she had cut as well.

With little effort, he tore the sleeve off of her shirt, and wrapped it tightly around the wound. Trying his hardest to ignore her whimpers.

How? Why? When did she start doing this to herself? She was always so happy, so cheerful. She was like a bright sun on a dreary day. Or the star in the dark night to guide the three shepherds. What would drive her to do this?

Law had no idea. And he didn't want to know. Surely, whatever it was that made her feel so isolated and alone. Enough to do something like this, was something he'd tear apart with his bare hands should he find out what it was. No doubt.

He interlaced his fingers with hers, his other hand reaching up to guide her gaze onto him. He locked eyes with hers, silence heavy as his eyes spoke in place of his voice.

Somehow, she could see every unspoken word clear in her mind. Almost as if he were saying it without saying it. And she knew, that Law could also tell what she was thinking. She knew that he could read her sad eyes. And that every cry of pain that no one ever heard, every fake laugh that they all thought was sincere, every single impression she had falsely given off... was being unearthed by simply his gaze.

The immense and crippling pain in her arm forgotten as her captains steely-gray eyes worked as a numbing agent to her entire being. The sadness she felt, melted away. The dark and depressing thoughts that clouded her mind, gone. It was as if her entire body fell numb. She couldn't feel a thing. That is, until her captain spoke.

"I will help you, ______. I promise, it's ok now."

That was it. She broke. And the onslaught of uncontrollable tears spilled over her delicate, rosy cheeks. She learched forward and flung her arms around him, desperate for a reassuring and strong embrace to make her feel safe again. She tuned out the awful pain in her arm as she squeezed her arms tight around him, and was releaved when he returned the gesture.

Trafalgar had never, EVER, felt such a strong need to protect this girl as much as he did now.

Shortly, she fell asleep. And Law carried her to his room where she would stay from now on. He was never going to leave his little angels side again. He would make sure nothing ever harmed her, and should anything try... He would make sure that their screams of agony were heard even in Skypeia.

And they would surely regret the day that they tried to bring harm upon Trafalgar Law's fallen Angel.....