The Doctor and The Artist! Trafalgar D. Law x reader fan-fiction

Rascals and Pirates

After closing up shop, I headed home to change into something a bit more comfy. The sun was beginning to set and the roaring waves could be heard in the distance as I drew closer to the beach house. The creaking old wood of the front door echoes in in the living room.

"Granny, I'm home!" I called as I look for her in the house.

"In the garden, sweetheart!"

I chuckle as my shoulders slump. I walk over to the back door to see my grandmother's back hunched over with a simple shirt, beach hat, and gloves soiled with dirt and fertilizer. She turns around with a broad grin, a little bit of dirt on her face - almost like a child. She wipes off her gloves and attempts to stand up only to nearly collapsed and I run to catch her. Upon landing on my butt the weight puts a strain on my shoulder and I hiss.

"I need a better back brace." She groans and I roll my eyes.

"... That and you need to stop overworking yourself! What if you got hurt, and I wasn't here?!"

"Oh, you worry too much! I'm just fine! Mr. and Mrs. Peach came by not too long ago and brought us some cobbler and helped me plant the new batch of tomatoes."

" Still, no one is here now - and it's definitely not good for your back to put stress on it!" I lecture as I help her slowly get up.

"Speaking of 'fine', my back may be failing me but my hearing isn't. You got in a fight again, didn't you?"

She shoots me a look and I cringe. "Hey! I had too! Some dumb-butts were trying to clean out the clinic and put a knife to my face!"

"Was the gun real? Or loaded?" She frowns.

"... It was real, just not loaded. Not like I can shoot it anyways, our shipment with the bullets we ordered ended up going to the next island."

"Too bad you couldn't go yourself and get the shipment. Maybe you would've ran into some people who can convince you to go sailing with them or at least go to medical school." She argues as we go inside and I help her sit down into the recliner in the living room.

" Granny, please... not now. I don't want to have this discussion tonight." I sigh weakly and turn to her. "Tonight is supposed to be a happy night with Uncle Nash at Rascal's."

"... Alright, but I doubt I can go tonight. My back hurts and I need a shower." She sighs before laughing.

"Then I'll run down and tell him he could come by tomorrow instead. He can eat lunch with us!"

"No no, you go and have fun! I saw a bunch of ships come in, and I know how much you like hearing the stories those drunkards spout along with Nash." She waves and I look at her hesitantly. "I'm serious! I won't get into mischief, and I kinda want to be alone tonight."

"... Okay. But everyone's gonna miss ya." I say as I go up to change in a (f/c) tank top and shorts.

Putting on Papa's old dog tags, glancing at my shoulder, I see it's lightly bruised. Before leaving, I grab a light denim jacket to cover up with and my satchel with sketchbook inside, then head out to Rascal's Brew. It didn't take long until I could hear laughter and music from outside the pub. I smile as I approach the door, and walk inside to be greeted by the strong tang of booze and the sight of everyone dancing, drinking, and laughing their asses off their seats. But what caught me off guard the most was a rather large, fluffy polar bear mink dancing and singing with two guys with funny looking jumpsuits that branded a smiling Jolly Roger.

"There's the lady of the hour! Where's Nacy? She not coming?"

"Not tonight. Caught her slaving herself away at the garden again, she's worn out." I sigh as I walk to the bar to meet the ex-pirate and grin. "So I'll be drinking for two tonight."