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[Tones]

I'm starting to obsess over One Piece men and if younger me saw me now, liking Law, younger me would look at me like I'm insane.

Synopsis; In a game of Truth or Dare, the crew dare you to try and get Law to say your name differently than his usual flat, monotone, depressed tone. What happens when you get him to say your name in a way that leaves everyone stunned?

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The night had started off as harmless fun. Just another evening aboard the Polar Tang, where the crew had gathered in the common room, passing drinks and laughing as the game of Truth or Dare spiraled into absurdity. Shachi and Penguin were already red-faced from their previous dares—one of which had involved an unfortunate mix of hot sauce and rum—while Bepo sported a streak of ink down his fur from losing a bet.

And now, it was your turn.

“I dare you,” Shachi declared with a mischievous grin, “to make Law say your name differently.”

The room erupted into laughter and murmurs of approval, and you swore you saw a few pitying looks thrown your way.

“Oh, that is cruel,” Penguin cackled. “He never changes his tone, even when he is pissed.”

You tilted your head, considering. “Any rules?”

“Nope,” Bepo said cheerfully. “Just get him to say it differently. Do whatever you need to.”

You turned to Law, who was seated with his arms crossed, golden eyes half-lidded, and already radiating exhaustion. He had tolerated the game thus far—just barely—but now he exhaled a slow, measured sigh, as if this was the precise moment he regretted not rooming himself out of the situation earlier.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, monotone as always.

“Come on, Captain,” Bepo chimed in. “It is just a dare.”

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Looks like we are doing this, Law.”

His gaze flickered over to you, expression unreadable. “You are wasting your turn.”

Challenge accepted.

You started with the easiest option—annoyance.

You scooted a little closer and began lightly poking his arm. “Law.” Poke. “Laaaaw.” Poke. “LAAAAAAAA—”

A gloved hand caught your wrist mid-motion. His grip was firm, not rough, and his fingers were warm through the thin leather. He held you still, golden eyes locked onto yours with the same deadpan expression he always wore, though the weight behind his gaze felt heavier now, like he was already considering ways to get rid of you.

“You are insufferable,” he said, perfectly monotone.

Damn. Okay. New strategy.

You went for shock value next, gasping dramatically. “Oh no, I forgot! I borrowed your coat earlier and left it in the engine room near Shachi and Penguin. They were playing with—what was it?—motor oil?”

There—an almost imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow.

“That better be a joke.”

Still nothing in his tone.

Fine. Time for a different approach.

You scooted just a bit closer, resting your chin in your palm as you studied him. His posture remained unchanged—lazy yet controlled, one arm resting against his knee—but you noticed the way his gaze tracked your every movement.

“You know, Law,” you murmured, voice dipping just slightly, “you are actually kind of fun when you loosen up.”

A whistle from someone in the crew. A few scattered laughs. Shachi and Penguin exchanged wide-eyed glances, nudging each other excitedly.

Still, Law did not react. His face was unreadable, though there was something sharper in his gaze now.

“You must be desperate to win this dare,” he muttered.

Ugh. Nothing.

Alright. Nuclear option it is.

You leaned in just enough that your voice was only for him, lowering it to a hushed murmur.

“I bet you would say my name differently if I kissed you.”

The shift in the air was instant.

It was subtle—so subtle that if you had not been watching him this closely, you might have missed it. The way his fingers flexed just slightly against his arm. The slow inhale through his nose, controlled but deliberate. The slight narrowing of his eyes, his focus zeroing in on you like you had just crossed a dangerous, invisible line.

The crew was still laughing, still talking, but none of that mattered anymore.

Because Law was looking at you now, not in the idle, indifferent way he usually did, but with something else entirely.

And then—

“[Y/N].”

The way he said your name—it was different. Lower, heavier, carrying the slightest rasp, like the warning before a storm. Like a dare of his own.

Your breath caught, heat rising to your face before you could stop it.

The game was still going, but you were no longer playing. Not really.

Because Law did not look away.

And neither did you.

You barely noticed the crew moving on to the next person, their laughter fading into background noise as the two of you remained locked in this standoff. His golden eyes held yours, sharp and assessing, as if waiting—expecting—you to back down first.

But you were not about to back down now.

“I win,” you murmured, tilting your head.

Law’s lips curled—just barely. “Do you?”

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine.

And then, before you could second-guess yourself, before the crew could turn their attention back to you, before logic could interrupt whatever reckless impulse was pushing you forward—you closed the distance between you.

Your lips brushed against his, soft but deliberate.

The moment they touched, you swore you felt him still for a fraction of a second. It was brief—so brief you almost thought you imagined it—but then his gloved hand lifted, fingers ghosting over your jaw, his grip neither pulling you closer nor pushing you away.

And then, as if deciding something in the space of a heartbeat—Law kissed you back.

It was slow at first, controlled—of course it was, he was always in control—but there was an undeniable pull beneath it, a quiet intensity that sent heat curling in your stomach. His lips were warm, the faintest hint of something sharp lingering at the edges of his restraint, and when he finally pulled back, just barely, you found yourself lingering too close.

He did not speak immediately. Instead, he studied you, golden eyes searching—like he was trying to figure something out, or maybe waiting for you to.

The tension between you was almost unbearable.

And then, finally—

“Hm,” Law murmured, voice dipping into something unreadable. “I guess you were right.”

Your heart stuttered. “Right about what?”

His lips twitched. Not quite a smirk, not quite a smile.

“You did make me say your name differently.”

And that was when you realized—

You had not won the dare.

You had just started an entirely new game.

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