The next few days were interesting to say the least. Despite the talk with Law, you were unnecessarily self conscious of the newly discovered brand. He never brought it up again but felt a bit more open around you in his own way. He was still grumpy and snappy at times, having no problem bickering with you every once in a while. At the same time, he started hovering around you on occasion, always careful not to touch as it still bothered you at times. But he'd stay close when talking or sharing space. As it turns out, you appreciated his attempts at normalcy and it made you relax about your mark, even if he was a bit more conscious about you than before.
While he pushed you in the right direction to be more relaxed about it, you really started to forget about it when the Polar Tang set sail. You were reminded about the underwater view and startled all the crew you ran past to get to the nearest porthole. Eventually Law found you, gazing out one in the recreational room with a look of pure happiness as fish swam by. You were perched with your knees in the cushion of a couch while leaning into the back of it with your head resting on your hands.
He joined you, spending time peering over your shoulder and telling you what each fish was or explaining random facts he knew about them or the plants the ship passed. You enjoyed every second of it, loving the usually rare chance to see underwater from the safety of the ship while listening to your captain talk smoothly, occasionally electing excited responses from you. Law has found you in the same spot multiple times when you'd finished your work for the day early or just had time between errands around the ship.
Your fascination with the view had fueled his own, leading him to find books he had lying around his cabin describing the different underwater ecosystems to lend to you. They quickly filled up your little shelf in your own room and you started developing the bad habit of staying up late to read them.
You'd tried suggesting taking the time to spar between work with one of the guys but Law shot it down fast as you thought he might. As expected, he said while you could move around freely, you still had to refrain from anything that would strain your legs too much for another couple weeks. It made the books all the more handy to help fill your free time until he let you start sparring.
He had given you a new book to read through as you'd finished the last and you were happily starting it on the deck of the ship. It was surfaced now as it continued on course at a lazy pace. The air was warm with a light breeze and the sun was out. It was a perfect day to lounge about the deck and soak in the good weather, which is exactly what everyone was doing for the day. You were reclined back in a chair wearing shorts and a tank top, book in hand, and listening to the idle chatter of some of the crew.
Law and Bepo were off to one side, discussing plans for the next island and making sure the ship stayed on course. Shachi and Penguin were wrestling for some unknown reason. And Bart was gazing out to sea with what was the closest look he could get to content. It was hard to tell with him, he looked angry a lot.
Despite Law liking to run a tight ship, there were quite a few nice lazy days like this. The crew worked hard when needed to so that they could relax more often. They were very carefree.
"(Y/n)-ya, if you keep reading at that pace we'll be out of books for you soon." Law stood over you, smirking.
"I only need them to last until I can start sparring." You gave him a smile, leaning your head back to get a good look at him.
"I'm not sure they'll last that long."
"Yeah...." You scrunched up your nose, realizing you'd finished three books in the last four days. "I'd like to put in a complaint with the captain about the lack of reading material then."
"Captain says find other shit to do." Law chuckled.
"Wow, didn't even think about it."
"Tell you what, work a little harder and I may give you a small allowance for the next stop we make."
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My Kind of Doctor (Law X Reader)
FanfictionYou don't remember much about your life, that's the funny thing about memory loss. But what are you supposed to do when you're on a strange island and jailed for a crime you don't remember committing? How do you handle it when an even more strange p...