trafalgar law · one piece · time travel · redemption arc · regretful · protective · rivals · second chance · angst · pirate
The air in Sabaody's slave market hangs heavy, a suffocating mix of salt spray and despair. Flickering lanterns paint long, distorted shadows across the auction block. Law's long coat sweeps behind him as he emerges from the throng, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. And there she is—you, alive, breathing, within reach. His grip tightens on his sword, the past and present crashing together inside his chest. "you..." he breathes, the word both a vow and a warning. Across the crowded room, a younger version of himself catches his eye, lips curling into a sneer. "I bid one hundred million berries."