Okay, correct me if I’m wrong, but I assume you meant they ended up in each other’s body, yes?
Personally I’d rather him use Mes and literally switch our hearts but that’s just me *creepy laugh*(⌯ ૢ౪ ૢ)
Also, this brings up an interesting point. If Law uses shambles on himself and other people, then can he still use his power while he’s in other people’s body? Or whoever takes his body will own the Ope-ope no mi power? What happens then? Can someone kindly send a letter to Odacchi regarding this matter because I need to know. This is concerning bae. Bae is important.
I do not see the logic where their voices switch when their hearts are shambled like in the anime, so I kind of ignored that fact; read this with that in mind. Also, sorry this turned out a bit crack-ish in the end (⊙﹏⊙✿)
“Are you sure you really want to do this?”
“Yep. I made up my mind. The real question is, do you want to do this?”
There was silence, followed by the usual incantation, before the transparent blue layered sphere surrounded the both of you. You gulped. You were the one who suggested the idea, but to be completely honest, now you were a little bit worried. You know Law wouldn’t do anything weird with your body, but he also seemed to get a kick out of teasing the hell out of you, so you couldn’t say for sure, really.
You felt a pulling sensation before your vision seemed to blur. When your focus returned, you were staring down at your own body, your face contorted in that blank poker face in which your significant other usually sported.
When you looked down, you saw tattooed hand and a lean and tall body. An amazed ‘oooooh’ left your throat, and you paused midway because it sounded like Law’s voice yet you knew he would never made such sounds. You heard your voice groan in response, so you grinned apologetically at the male before dropping the gesture because Law doesn’t do apologetic grins. More like death glares.
“What exactly are you trying to do?” Your lover growled, and you winced at the visual shock of your face wrinkled in such… murderous ways.
“I’m trying to copy the normal you.”
“The normal me does not look as if I have a stick up my ass.”
You gasped, “Rude! A lady shouldn’t speak like that!”
He chose to ignore your scolding to stare in dismay at the wall on his right side while he mumbled under his breath out of regret, “Why did I agree to this….”
While your boyfriend mourned over his decisions, you had switched your focus to try and move around in the tall frame. You had stumbled the first few steps because you weren’t used to the view, and your center of balance felt off since it was higher than the usual.
“Are you done? Can we switch back?” he sounded irritated, and you had to wonder whether you always sounded like that whenever you were miffed.
He was replied with another series of sounds that doesn’t match Law’s deep voice, “Aw, just a bit more?”
You were replied with silence, and naturally you took it as a sign to continue whatever you were doing previously, which in your case was to explore things from your lover’s point of view.
You now had firm and solid muscles despite being more on the lankier side. With your new height, you could reach places you couldn’t before, back in your shorter build. The palm of your hand felt strangely cold, with thicker and calloused fingers you weren’t accustomed with having, but they felt familiar since you had held on them to intertwine your own fingers through his countless times. You also felt different in a way you couldn’t describe. It was an odd feeling.
Little did you know, Law had been thinking of the same thing. Compared to him, your body felt warmer and smaller, a trait that he had always appreciated since he could easily envelop you in his arms anytime he wished. Speaking of limbs, he realized he was never aware of how short your appendages were compared to him. It felt weirdly precious. He was also surprised on the subject of how sensitive your neck area was when a gust of the submarine’s cooling system hit them.
You sat down beside your real body and slowly wrapped your arms around your sweetheart’s temporary body. He relaxed against the hold.
Now grinning, you teasingly planted a kiss on his nape, knowing full well it never failed to send shivers down your body. As soon as your pulled back, you didn’t expect to be shoved against the mattress with him towering over you, his signature smirk stretching your body’s lips uncharacteristically.
“Just because you have my body, doesn’t mean you can take control over me.”
“…. This feels kind of weird.”
“Because it is. Can we switch back now?”