One Piece Oneshots

Law X Reader

Lonely yellow submarine was docked in the port of Elaine, small port town of North Blue. Waves hit lazily against the sides of the sub and sprayed it with cold teardrops of saltwater.

Most of the sub's ill-reputed crew was gone from it already, partying around the small town. Only ones left on the sub were it's captain, and you, of course. How else could it be, we're still running a respectable fanfiction business around here.

Firstly you had to stay behind to guard the ship, and Law couldn't be trusted to be alone. Because when he was alone he got bit depressed, and that usually led to him being a bit drunk by the end of the night. Which didn't make him a very reliable guard.

"Come on," you huffed annoyedly and gave him a punch against bit bloody and reddish arm. "Stay put, unless you want me to hit a nerve and give you pain of the life time.

He grunted in annoyance and rolled his eyes, taking another gulp from almost empty rum bottle. You leaned closer to his arm to keep working on the tattoo.

That was actually the second reason you had to stay behind. Only when he was bit drunk he would let you work on his tattoos, which he already had quite a large collection, if I may say so.

Because every time he was tok sober he would flinch in pain every time you went closer to him with needles. Which is actually quite ironic now that I think about it. Since he's a doctor. And that flinching made it impossible for you to ink the right places. At least you hadn't messed up anything too bad.

"I don't get why you don't go and stab someone else with those torture weapons of yours," he slurred and wiped his mouth. "Are you sadist?"

"What? No," you barely looked up from the bruised skin. Inklines from your previous works were dancing on his skin like mad dark snakes, beutiful. You had gotten inspiration from the crew's name and already inked huge spiraling heart on his chest some time before. Now you were adding matching ones to his arms and back.

"Why would you think that?"

"You prick holes in people which you fill with in. And you do it in your free time, not even for living," his speech was a long slurred mumble but somehow you still managed to understand it. Must be from practice.

"It is just my form of art," you didn't bother to argue and finished carefully tip of the heart. "And Sachi is much better canva than you. He doesn't whine all the time. Maybe I should just give up on you and move on to him," that got him all quiet and tense.

Many people didn't consider tattooing -or inking, as you preferred to call it- as art and said it was only fit for scoundrels who wanted to ruin their skin. But gladly pirates weren't that sort of people. And on the boring and lonely moments on the trip you had given many of your crewmembers some nice tattoos. Even Penguin had let you ink a small penguin on his.....ummmm arm. :)

"Okay I'm finished," you finally sighed when his pained expression was starting to get on your nerves. "You are like a big baby," you touched the fresh ink carefully, so you wouldn't mess it up and decided it was alright. You took the alcohol bottle from him and splashed some on the clean piece of cloth, wiping needles in it to sterilize them. You also closed the small bottles of ink, reminding yourself to go see tomorrow if you could get more black ink. You were almost out of it.

"I'm not," he took the rum back and stood up, testing his legs which were still bit wobbly. "It just hurts."

"Okay," you shrugged. It really wasn't worth arguing, humans felt pain differently after all. For an example, he hated needles and even the slightest prick hurt a lot. You on the other hand had inked your left leg almost entirely and you were still working on your arms. All that, and you didn't almost feel the needle anymore.

"Can you teach it to me?" He nodded at the small box you kept your tools in. You closed it and pushed under your cot.

"Maybe when you're not drunk," you headed out of your room and to the main one, were everyone ate together. And which was also closest to the kitchen. "Don't want  to get infection or something," you went to dug through the cupboards, but you didn't hope to to find much, as Ozzie hadn't still returned from his supply-trip.

"That makes two things then," he sat down behind the large wooden table in the centre of the room.

"Two things of what?" Your voice sounded muffled, since you were halfway into the cupboard already, trying to get crackers from the back of it. To your great surprise they were still edible.

"Two things more I need to learn," he yawned and took few crackers from you.

"I am sure there are many more things than just those two," you shrugged and saw beneath the counter to see if you had any canned tomatoes. Nothing there.

"Yeah, but I'm starting with two."

"Okay so one is inking," you rubbed the tip of your nose, "what's the other?"

"Dancing," you blinked surprisedly. Not that you had ever really thought about it, but it always seemed to you that it was more him not wanting to dance and less actually know ing how.

"Well," you coughed awkwardly and put the crackers on the table. You wiped your hands clean into your short jeans. "Can you stand up straight?"

"Sure," and he proved right away he could. "But why?"

"We're going to cross dancing off of that list of yours," you held your arms out awkwardly, trying to remember how actually did waltz go. "Although I wasn't the best student myself so I may not be the greatest teacher." You showed him how to hold one hand lightly on your waist and other in your hand.

"Put your hand like this," you turned his hand so it was palm upside. You put your hand on his and other on his arm. You gripped his fingers lightly when you started to move and guide his steps too. One-two-three. One-two-three you counted quietly in his head until he memorized the steps and could move along more easily. Although stiffly.

You grinned at lips that were pressed into a thin line and his brows which were furrowed in concentration. He tried pretty hard on that, and it was almost funny. He never really seemed to care much about anything so it just seemed so out of place.

"Try to keep your head up," you advised and he looked up, eyes wide. You chuckled slightly at his expression and cursed menally when he stepped on your foot.

"Sorry, that's what happens when I don't look," he apologised and you brushed it off. After all, it was only one foot. You still had one to spare.

He let go of your waist for a moment so that only your fingers of other hand were touching and spun you. It probably would have looked better if you had been wearing a real ball dress instead of shorts. But i made you feel giddy inside with joy of the move.

You twirled back into his arms and raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"I thought you said you didn't know how to dance," he shrugged, grinning.

"I don't," Law kept chewing on his lips nervously and glancing at his feet, careful not to trip over his feet. "Where did you learn to dance anyways?"

"Mmm....when I was younger my parents didn't want me around much," you set your hand slightly so it wouldn't go against his new bruised tattoo. "So they sent me away to boarding school. Pretty fancy place, was supposed to make me a lady."

"That worked out nice," you punched him lightly against arm and chuckled. "Ow."

"Believe it not, I am a lady," you rolled your eyes. You yawned loudly and rubbed your eyes. "And lady needs to go have her beauty sleep," you let go of him and walked towards the door. "Good night."

"Dya really wanna go asleep?" He trailed after you like a lost puppy.

"Yap, believe it or not, I'm tired," you went to your room. "How much did you drink and are you getting over it?"

"I didn't drink that much, you were there," he fell on your bed and started snoring almost immediately.

"Yes I was," you put your hands on your hips and sighed. "And you're not going to go to your bed, I gather." You pushed him towards the wall so there was little free room and crawled into bed. "Stupid blanket hog," were your last words before dozing off.