One Piece x Reader

Better Safe Than Sorry (Trafalgar Law x Reader)

A/N: apparently the 'spaghettaid' (the name i came up with for it) existed/exists lol

Standing on the deck with the rest of your crew, you listen closely to what Law says. The island your crew had reached seemed safe on the outside. Still, Law is the embodiment of the saying "safer than sorry," and so he refuses to let anyone off the ship on their own.

"We're just here to pick up some supplies. Don't do anything stupid," he finishes. Everyone gathers to draw sticks for who's on ship duty, and to their disappointment, Bepo and Jean Bart are chosen to stay behind. Wanting to check for interesting inventions in shops, you head off the ship, but Law says, "And where are you going?"

I pause, turning around. "To town. Is there a problem?"

Law sighs. "I was hoping you wouldn't be interested in this island," he mutters. "You can't just go off on your own anymore. You've become very valuable now that we know you can read the poneglyphs. Anyone could know, and that puts you at risk."

You raise a brow. "And since when was I unable to protect myself?"

He frowns. "You're not invincible. No one is." After pausing for a moment, he sighs. "I'll go with you."

"I don't need a bodyguard," you say as you walk off the ship. Law only shrugs.

The town is small but busy, and there are all sorts of stands selling all kinds of goods. You're drawn to a cart with strange metal contraptions, Law trailing behind. You pick up a curious-looking contraption involving a fork, and the man running the stand says, "Ah, so the Spaghettaid has caught your eye!"

"The what?"

"You see, what you're holding is a brilliant tool that one can use to enjoy their spaghetti to the fullest!" He seems a little too eager. "If you want it, it's yours for 1,500 beri!"

Behind you, Law coughs politely. You already know what kind of look he's giving you without looking. It's one that says, You can't seriously want that.

You raise a brow. Even though you're intrigued, the "spaghettaid" looks like little more than a handle and a gear attached to a fork.

You set it down gingerly. "I see. Thank you."

As you walk away from the stall, Law says, "There's nothing here. Let's go back to the ship."

You glance at him, smiling. "Are you that afraid of something happening? This town seems safe."

He scowls. "Keep saying that." After talking to a few more vendors, you quickly realize that you're either undercutting the value of the strange inventions you've seen or there's something wrong with this town. As you're considering your options, you hear a scream from afar. Your head whips in that direction. All at once, people turn tail and start running as a hail of arrows rains down on them.

"Room," you hear Law mutter. However, before he can do anything, an arrow clearly meant for his hand zooms towards him, lodging in the ground as he snatches his arms back. A strangely dressed person dashes towards you wearing a bucket over their head. Law swears, drawing his sword. "I told you," he says through gritted teeth, "that this was not a good idea." The person raises their blade, and Law blocks it with his sword.

"Get out of here," Law shouts. But before you can run, a cloth is put around your mouth. In the panic of the moment, you take a deep breath and immediately feel yourself getting light-headed. You yell for Law, but he's thoroughly engaged by the masked swordsman. Too late, he turns, but you've already been dragged away. You struggle against your captor, but you've already been weakened by whatever you have inhaled, and the world fades to black.