You had an island name but not a location, not yet at least.

But there were other things to think about, like how imposing Punk Hazard really was. The submarine had finally hit the island and you were awestruck by it. One half was how you pictured hell would look. The waters around it boiled angrily from the heat it emitted, the crumbled buildings on it seemed almost like they drooped under the hot air, unable to support themselves properly with the high temperature.

On the other side, it was the complete opposite. Thick snow covered the rough terrain and fell from the sky in droves, covering almost all the man-made structures. Ice formed around the land mass in giant sheets and you didn't doubt the water was cold enough to kill.

Law had spoken to the man running things on this wasteland, Caesar Clown, over transponder snail and you were set to meet up with him on the cold side of the island. That worked for you. You can layer indefinitely to fight the cold but taking off layers in heat was a different matter. So you both stood on deck, wearing your matching coats. Everyone else was below deck, waiting to see how things played out. If the plan went smoothly, you'd stay here on Punk Hazard with Law while the rest of the crew went to Zou.

There wasn't really a back up plan if things didn't work out, Law was confident he could get on Caesar's good side and you put your trust in him. He was captain for a reason after all.

The submarine wove through a small river, coming to a stop near a huge building. Besides the snow slowly coating the top of it, it seemed well maintained, like it was the one part of the island that was used on a regular basis. You felt that theory was confirmed when you saw a woman standing in front of the building's huge doors, waving at you and Law.

You both hopped off the deck and your feet sunk into soft snow. It was fine and powdery, terrible for a snowball fight if you ever decided to have a repeat of the one you'd had with the crew before. The snow hit about halfway up your calves, making it a tad difficult to trudge through. Long legged Law didn't struggle at all. Usually he'd tease you about having to work a little harder than him but he took on a serious demeanor. This was going to be all business until he and Caesar came to an agreement.

The two of you came to a stop in front of the woman. She was all smiles, her long, green hair framed her face with wild waves and there was a sharp, yet warm look to her brown eyes. She immediately gave you the creeps, something about her felt off, and it hand nothing to do with her being crazy enough to be outside in only a tank top and jeans.

"You must be Trafalgar Law and (Y/n)." Her smile widened as she held out her hand. "I'm Monet, it's a pleasure to meet you."

After hesitating a second, you shook her offered hand, if only to avoid seeming rude. Her grasp was loose, lazy and the look on her face felt fake to you. When she turned to Law, he ignored her outstretched hand, watching her with pursed lips and a disapproving stare.

"I'd like to meet with Caesar."

"Of course." She chirped, completely fine with Law's behavior. "He's right inside, I'll take you to him."

She slipped past one of the doors and you were just now noticing it was cracked open enough for someone to pass through. You followed behind and Law brought up the rear. Once inside, it wasn't much warmer, not in the large halls at least. The floors were a slick tile and the walls were a pristine white, only amplifying the chill.

Monet walked with confidence and you had you move twice as fast to keep up. She didn't seem to care that you were having to work to not fall behind but you weren't about to complain. You were getting better about picking and choosing your battles after the run in with Kid.

Soon enough, you were escorted to a room that felt almost like a lounge. There were plush seats centered in the middle and further in was a bar of sorts, though you couldn't see any alcohol. Monet immediately made her way to the bar, hopping up on a stool and facing you and Law. In one of the couches was the man Caesar Clown himself.

He watched you both with a smug grin, his arms lazily thrown over the back of the couch. He wore something that reminded you of a jumpsuit. It was an obnoxious shade of yellow with black vertical stripes covering it. Over that, he wore a long, heavy looking lab coat with the word GAS written on either side of the opening. His long black hair draped down his shoulders and out of the top of his head, a pair of ram-like horns sprouted.

"Trafalgar Law." He greeted your lover, eyes only flicking over to you momentarily before settling in him again. "I hear you have a proposal for me."

"Of sorts." Law sat in the couch facing him and you took that as your cue to join him. "I'm here to offer a partnership. I can help you with some of your projects, you let us stay here for as long as we need and Doflamingo knows nothing of my being here."

"You're looking for boarding, really?" Caesar scoffed. "And without his knowledge?"

Law shrugged. "We can go somewhere else but then I can promise you won't receive any help from me. And I'm sure I can be of some kind of use."

Caesar frowned thoughtfully. "I believe there is something you can help me with but I'm not sure if I want a man like you living here, not without some kind of collateral that is." He looked at you once again, this time holding your stare. "How is she important to you?"

"She's my assistant." Law answered quickly.

Caesar laughed. "Just your assistant? I find that hard to believe."

"Why's that?" You spoke up.

"A pretty little thing like you? No, you're more than that."

While that was true, you didn't like how he said it. "What about Monet?"

The woman perked up as you mentioned her.

"She's quite the catch herself but something tells me she's just your assistant."

He pursed his lips and scowled at you. You hit the nail on the head.

"It doesn't matter." Law interjected. "She's with me but she won't become some kind of collateral."

"How about this then," His smile returned and you didn't like it. "I know how your devil fruit works and I don't trust you to behave yourself if you stay here without something to keep you in line. I'll let you stay as long as you like, you can help me with a couple things that I'm sure will be nothing for you, but to ensure good behavior, I get your hearts."

"I'm sorry, what?" You were completely taken aback, the request was completely outlandish, not to mention dangerous.

"It should be no problem." Caesar chuckled. "He can cut out organs, cut off limbs, and things still work just fine. Give me your hearts, and that will work perfect as collateral."

"I know how it works, but...."

Everything was telling you that was entirely too risky. If he had that, he could kill you and Law on a whim and you could do nothing to defend yourselves. When you decided to leave, he could choose to hold you hostage. There were too many ways for this to go wrong. But Law was apparently more of a risk taker than you were.

"We'll do it." He nodded. "But only if we get your heart as well."

Caesar fell into a new fit of laughter, this one making him double over on himself. "You're a funny one but no, you won't get my heart. That doesn't benefit me."

Law tilted his head to look over at you with a sharp stare, one that told you he was weighing his options. His gaze softened when he found the answer he was looking for.

"Alright, final offer, you can have my heart but not (Y/n)'s. In return, I'll take Monet's."

Caesar quietly mulled it over, glancing at Monet for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I think we have a deal."

You didn't like the trade but you were sure this was all going smoothly to Law. He was on his way to wedging himself between Caesar and Doflamingo and with enough patience, the plan could move forward even further.

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The exchange was much more neat that you thought it'd be. There was no blood or long surgery. All it took was Law activating his abilities and quickly slicing out Monet's heart and then his own. You felt yourself shiver when Caesar held your lover's heart in his hands. It felt wrong but at least he was gentle.

Law handed you Monet's heart and you had to fight the instinct to drop it. You could see it's constant beating, hear the blood pumping through it as it somehow managed to still function. At least you didn't have to hold it long. After he found something to wrap it in, he took it back, stuffing it in an inner coat pocket for safe keeping.

From there, Monet showed you around the building, vaguely hinting at what was in each section. She seemed entirely uninterested in everything around her and didn't take her work all too seriously. You wouldn't let that bother you though. It wasn't like you couldn't figure things out on your own, you were sure you'd have plenty of time for that anyway.

Eventually she showed you to the portion of the building dedicated to the living quarters and took you to a room that'd be yours and Law's. It only had one bed, just big enough for the two of you to squeeze in together. She giggled as you frowned at her, not at all amused.

"My apologies." She said between giggles. "We don't have any suites available for couples right now."

"This is fine." Law grumbled, clearly not pleased either. Beggars couldn't be choosers though.

From there, you were given time to move a few belongings into the room before bidding the rest of the crew goodbye. It was temporary, but it still felt like things were moving fast and you'd never see them again. This was easily the biggest challenge you'd been apart of besides stealing from a Celestial Dragon, and you didn't even remember that.

Once all that was done and the crew had left, heading straight for Zou, Law went back to see what work Caesar needed him for while you busied yourself getting the room set up. All you'd really brought on the island were clothes and a few books so you were sure it wouldn't take long.

There was a library here as well, thankfully enough, but you still insisted on bringing your favorite reads. Law was willing to humor you despite the grouchy mood dealing with Caesar had out him in.

Besides the library, there wasn't going to be much around the island to keep you busy. So while you organized, you let your mind wander, thinking about the possible things you could do to fill your time when Law was busy. You'd be avoiding Monet whenever possible, the more you saw of her, the less you liked her and you were going to trust your gut on this one.

This was going to be the kind of trip that tried your patience, you were sure of it. But you'd put up with it, for Law's sake. He deserved some kind of shoulder to lean on during all this and you'd deal with anything just to be that shoulder. That much you knew.