Let me show you your heart
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"Okay, let's get started then." you check a last time before starting your tattoo machine.
"How many tattoo plans do you have left?"
"None after this, I don't think I'd have space left anywhere." Law looks down on his body while you finish the first letter on his thumb.
"What are you suggesting?" taken back by your last idea the captain squints his eyes, earning a chuckle from your end.
"Nothing, only that you've got spaces left, and you're my favorite person to tattoo~"
"That's my secret. But why don't you tell me what's up with the double death tattoo?"
"It's what they call me, surgeon of death, I figured that it'd look nice." he simply explains, not mentioning a deeper meaning behind it. Which you know it has.
"I'll accept that answer, for now."
Law just reacts by rolling his eyes, he's used to your antics since you've put every single tattoo on his body, which created a special bond between the two of you.
It always takes Law some time until he opens up to you during your tattoo sessions. Letting down his walls is something he still struggles with. Even with you. The only person he ever told his story.
"I was always surrounded by death, wanted to die and now... I get to decide who lives and dies. It was painful, it still is but... it's a part of me." he explains himself, right as you finish his first hand.
"So death has two meanings for you." you say as you begin with his other hand. "Once your experiences with death as a child, and second your profession as a Pirate, Doctor Captain."
"Babe you do know that tattoos don't replace therapy, right?" you've been calling up him that for a while now, having the antic to adress others with 'flirty' nicknames. The first time you called him Babe his face froze and a blush took over his cheeks.
"I know." he grunts, turning his head away from you.
"Law, I hope that one day you'll feel so full of life that your past turns into a scar, fully healed. No more hurting, hiding and hatred. You'll learn to love life, one day."
"And you said this doesn't replace therapy..."
"If you'd go to therapy I wouldn't have to sY this, we could plan a tattoo on your ass instead but nooo." Law chuckles at your response, watching you finish the final letter on his pinky. "All done."
Staring at his fresh tattooed knuckles Laws lips curl into a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." you respond, cleaning the bench and tidying up the place.
On your way to the kitchen you two pass by Penguin, who immediately notices his captains new tattoo.
"I'm the surgeon of the death after all." Law explains him for the third time now.
"And yet you fight to keep every patient alive." Penguin answers.
"Ironic how life can be."
"Don't try to make it sound poetic now, you're exchanging peoples arms with legs all of the time." you join their little conversation.
"Don't forget the hearts." the surgeon chuckles. "What's with that expression?"
"Could you give me my heart so I could draw it?!??"
You've done it, you made Law malfunction like a computer that has too many tabs open. Penguin is startled as well but that's not unusual, especially compared to Law malfunctioning.
"Law? Laaaaw?" moving closer to your captain you poke his cheek.
"Uhm... are you, are you sure about that?" scratching his neck as he comes back to his senses, still taken back by your request.
"Yes, I mean, I won't die so, when else will I get the opportunity to draw my own heart?"
Following your bizarre wish Law takes your heart out of your chest. And definitely not getting distracted by your boobs at all. Nah. Even Penguin is dumbfounded by that.
"Wow, the human body is so fascinating." you express your joy over a technique that Law used to let his opponents freak out. He may have studied every part of the human body but your brain will remain a mystery to the man.
"You're not nervous at all? It's your heart in my hands after all." he voices his confusion.
"If you wanted to crush it you could've done it at any given time, we're in a submarine, there's no escape from you. I've seen Penguin and Sachi try to. I trust you Law." you reassure him, adjusting your view back on your heart.
"You never win and yet you guys still try." you pat your friends back before heading towards your room. Which is just a bed, a desk and paper, canvases, paint and brushes all over the place.
Sitting down you immediately start sketching, joining you on a chair Law watches you draw, his favorite thing to do when he wants to feel at ease.
Everyone in your crew believes you're already dating and just keep things really private. But no, Law is just a lovesick man who loves nothing more than spend time with you in comfortable silence.
A couple of days later you've finished your masterpiece, exhausted and happy you waddle over to the kitchen and sink into the big couch. Like becoming one with the soft fabric.
"Here." Bepo places a plate with food in front of you and himself.
"Bepo you're a real darling, thanks."
"You looked exhausted and food always makes me feel better so... sorry."
"You're the sweetest." you say, cheeks full of food already. "Did you drop those food plates off at my place each day?"
You stop in your tracks. Law did what?
"Bepo? Are you sure that was Law?"
"Yes, you didn't notice because you were too hyperfocused."
"He gave me bread. He hates bread." you blink at the polar bear next to you.
"Exactly!!!!!" finishing your plate you immediately head of to find Law. You wanted to confess for a while now but you never knew if he l o v e d you or just enjoyed having you around him. But this? Law getting near bread? Voluntarily? That speaks volumes.
The second you find him he begins to talk, not giving you any time to react.
"You trusted me with your heart, now I'll trust you with mine." he casually pulls his heart out off his chest, handing it to you. "You once said that two hearts together look like the hearts people draw... if you want to you could draw ours together..." getting quite at the end of the sentence he bites his lip, unsure which words to use.
"Draw them as they belong you mean?"
Agreeing with a nod Law hides his face behind his hat, face redder than Buggys nose.
"This is the best painting request ever!"
Forgetting what you wanted to do not even minute ago you sprint into your room, carrying Laws heart with you.
Pulling out the painting you made of your own heart, where Law gladly assisted threw pulling your heart out of your rib cage, you begin to sketch your hearts together as one. Which took you one more week.
And yes Law brought you bread during that time as well.
"How do you like it?" exhausted, but happy you present your latest creation.
"It's greater than any word I could use to describe it Can I have it?"
"Of course, it was your request after all." you smile as you hand him the painting.
"This will go right above my desk." his lips curl into a heartwarming smile, a smile so gentle which you've never seen it of him before.
"This is my favorite smile of yours. Maybe you'll assist me next time threw being my model."
"Anything for you." he answers mindless, still absorbed by the canvas in front of him. And that's when you remember.
"Guess I'll start dropping by your office from now on, not to brag but this is an amazing painting." you take a few steps towards him.
"Only because I had a great assistant." you chuckle, gently cupping his cheeks.
"Being your assistant sounds like much better job than captain and doctor." Law sighs, loosely wrapping his arms around your hips, continuingly looking up to you.
"You know you can drop by anytime when they're being too noisy. And be my model of course."
"What kind of modeling are we talking about." He raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.
"I wanna paint you as I see you, a gentle soul, who cares for others more than himself. A gorgeous smile that will steal everyone's heart, because that's what you did with mine." you brush over his lips with your thumb. "But to be able to capture your lips right I need to get a better look at them."
"My lips are all yours." closing his eyes he pulls you onto his lap. You close the gap between your lips, feeling like your hearts have now become one for real. You still taste the salty rice balls he had for lunch, this would be everything you could think about from now on when you see rice balls.
*A few days later, on deck*
The submarine has submerged from the sea, landing on a tropical island. Law stands by the reling and watches the sun set.
"No better view than the sun set over the ocean, no better smell than the salty air." you smile, enjoying the wind that plays with your locks.
"(y/n), when you said you want me to love life, to let my wounds heal I thought it was impossible. But now, right here, with you, I start to understand what you mean. Thank you, for everything you've done for me."
"You've helped me heal as well Law, when you're with the right person you will heal each other, it comes naturally." leaning your head against his shoulder you keep gazing at the sun, disappearing behind the horizon.
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