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hannahbarberra162 · 27 days ago

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Uncomfortably Numb (Yan! Law x Reader) Two shot (1/3)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

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This was supposed to be a drabble. A DRABBLE! I got a lot of Yan Law asks, so I hope this feeds you Law girlies. I'm planning on finishing this week, not going to be a long time in between updates.

TW: teeth and dentistry but no procedures described in detail.

Thank you to @gouraminnow, @tryingandfailingtowrite, and @sordidmusings for all your help and ideas <3

You're the Grand Line's best dentist with a specialty in humans with fishman genetics. You work with the use of your Numb Numb fruit, which makes it easy for you to anesthetize patients and help them feel less pain. Dr. Trafalgar seeks you out to help with one of his crew mates but might want to keep you for himself...

Getting on the Polar Tang had been easy - but getting off was proving to be impossible. After listening at the door for a few minutes to make sure the entire crew had disembarked, you used your right hand to twist the handle to Law’s cabin while using your chin to push in the mechanism that unlocked the door. Once it had been easy to open the door and exit the room but since Law had taken your left hand you hadn’t been able to come and go since his door handle required two hands to operate. You'd been practicing for weeks to open it with your teeth and chin and your persistence finally paid off with the soft click of the lock opening. The metal doorknob now bore your tooth marks in it but dulling your teeth was a price you were willing to pay for freedom.

You felt like your heart was beating in your throat - but that wasn’t possible since it was kept in Law’s office, along with your left hand. Regardless, you peered out the door as quietly as you could, looking down the long hallway towards the main hub of the Polar Tang. You'd been planning your escape for weeks and had everything timed down to the second - you had approximately 3 minutes and 14 seconds to get off the Tang before Law noticed your absence and room’d you back into his chambers. You didn't have time for meandering thoughts as you crept down the hallway towards your freedom.

It wasn’t always like this with Law. When you first met him, he was reserved, calm and charming in his own introverted manner. He’d actually sought you out, coming to the island you’d been working at for a few months. You were a dentist by trade and you specialized in treating fishmen and humans with fishman lineage. Law had come to your makeshift dentistry office with his crew mate Shachi, who was having significant dental issues. Shachi was nearly doubled over in pain when Law and Penguin had brought him to your clinic.

“Do you have space in your schedule for another patient, Dentist-ya?” Law intoned in his deep voice. You knew who Law was, of course, he was one of the most famous pirates on the seas. You'd also heard about his excellence in his medical endeavors and were curious about his knowledge coupled with the use of his abilities. “My brother Shachi is experiencing immense tooth pain and I am seeking your expertise,” Law continued, flicking his eyes around the rented room.

“Yes, I happen to have time right now,” you said, looking over the poor man as he cradled his jaw. You’d just finished a three year old’s first dental visit and were looking over the chart you’d made. Setting down the papers on a desk, you beckoned to the men. “Come along to the back, Mr. Shachi, let’s take a look at cha,” you said with practiced nonchalance. Inside you were already mentally preparing for a lot of work - based on looks, Shachi was an apex predator fishman / human and that always made for trouble tooth-wise.

Fishmen had standard enough dental needs for cleanings and the like. Sometimes you had to pry out teeth that wouldn’t fall out, or help with general hygiene but overall it was fairly simple. On the other hand, humans with fishman lineage often ran into dental troubles as the genetics weren’t always stable. Sometimes they’d have teeth that were too crowded for a human jaw, or teeth that were so sharp they hurt the owner, or never developed certain teeth at all. It was a real grab bag of genetic material and you were sympathetic to those who drew the short end of the proverbial straw. You led the three men to the back room with the dentist chair as the one with a penguin on his hat helped Shachi recline. You’d rented the office for a few months in exchange for numbing the owner’s bad knees at night, a pretty good deal for you. You rolled towards the patient on a small stool, holding a pair of rubber gloves in your hands but not putting them on.

“I’m guessing you’re in a lot of pain, then?” you asked sympathetically. The red haired man nodded, his hand still cradling his face.

“Let’s get you numb first then I can take a look. How does that sound?” you asked, reaching for his face.

“You’re not going to anesthetize him without gloves, I presume. And you have no syringe,” an unamused Law stated from where he was leaning against a window. You smiled easily, Law wasn’t the first doctor to question your methods.

“Yes, actually I am going to use my hands. I ate the numb numb fruit so if I touch his face I’ll be able to numb the pain,” you explained. “It won’t work if I put on the gloves but I assure you I adhere to the highest standards of medical sterility.” Law looked you over curiously before stalking over to you.

“Numb my wrist first,” he ordered, sticking out his hand towards your surprised face. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t make any other movements.

“Why? Does it hurt?” you asked, looking over the tattooed hand before your eyes.

“No. I want to ensure that this works before any of my crew are subjected to treatment,” he said. It wasn’t the most unreasonable request you’d ever gotten, and it was nice to see a Captain who was protective over his crew. The word DEATH was spelled out before your eyes but it was at odds with the care he was showing for his crew mate.

“Sure. Come here,” you requested. Law moved to stand over you, his golden eyes hawk-like as you gripped his wrist loosely in your right hand and used the fingers of your left hand to make a movement like you were injecting a syringe into his wrist. After using your fruit, you held his wrist in your hand as you waited for his reaction. Law poked and prodded at himself, even bashing it against the wall, which made you jump.

“Completely numb. How many layers into the fascia does the anesthesia go? And how long will it remain this way?” he asked as he picked up his arm from your hold and rolled his hand, poking along his skin.

“It’s local, but I could slice your hand off and you wouldn’t feel a thing. It will stay that way until I reverse it. If you’re satisfied, I’d really like to help your brother,” you said, holding out your right hand. Law hummed and put his hand in your own as you repeated the same injection movement with your right hand to reverse the sensation.

“Very useful. Are you able to produce regional and general as well?” he asked, touching his tattooed skin once more.

“I am, but I’d really like to focus on your brother right now,” you replied, turning your stool to begin working on the redhead in front of you. “I’m going to numb your mouth now. It will feel strange but the pain should be gone immediately. Are you ready?” you asked, bringing your left hand close to Shachi’s face. He nodded, his eyebrows knotted in pain as he kept himself still. You cradled his jaw in your left hand and used the power of your fruit on him, his jaw and mouth relaxing as you alleviated his pain. You let you and he let out a great sigh of relief, his head rolling back on his shoulders.

“Aahs gheat,” he said, finally relaxed in the chair. You gave him a bright smile and snapped on your rubber gloves. Grabbing a few tools, you had him open his mouth and began to examine the pirate using your mirror and explorer to poke around the patient’s mouth.

“Hm, what percent Orca fishman are you roughly?” you asked, lowering your mask from over your face. The orange haired man was wearing reflective sunglasses but his head moved to look at Law before he answered.

“Ah naht -” Shachi started to protest. You put your hand on top of his own.

“It’s ok, I’m part fishman too. You can’t really tell by looking at me, but I had significant dental issues from my fishman teeth and webbed feet to boot. I’m going to treat you, humans with fishman heritage are my specialty. The more information I have, the better I can assess your needs. Orcas have unique dental features that aren’t like other apex fishman species,” you explained, keeping your hand on his. His head turned back towards you before his body sagged.

“Aah dun kno,” he replied, something sad in his tone. It wasn’t uncommon for humans with fishman blood to be unsure of their heritage since human/ fishman relationships were so taboo in society. You sympathized with him, since you were raised by your now deceased father and alone in the world. You were perhaps the sole fishman who chose to eat a devil fruit but the benefits outweighed the cons, since you didn’t have gills or anything to show for your fishman side besides a messed up mouth that you’d already fixed and feet that didn't help you swim.

In addition to your knowledge of fishman anatomy, you had eaten the numb-numb fruit which made you able to anesthetize any part of someone’s body at any intensity for any duration. It was a highly convenient fruit for a dentist and it ensured your patients never felt anything during your work. If you were touching the patient, you could put them completely under sedation, which was useful for small children or nervous patients. You had a great reputation as the Grand Line’s top dentist and you were proud of the life you’d made for yourself.

“Don’t worry. I’ll figure things out and get you sorted,” you replied lightly, patting his hand. You raised your mask over your face again and began working poking around in his open mouth. Orcas weren’t like sharks or other fish that lost their teeth frequently - they had one set of adult teeth, similar to humans. Their conical teeth were made for grabbing and holding slippery prey and tear apart flesh - not chew like humans did. Inspecting Shachi’s mouth showed overcrowding common to humans with fishman genes, worn down teeth, and a cracked tooth. Setting down your tools, you pulled down your mask.

“You don’t have to take off your mask to speak, Dentist-ya,” Law said, still in the room.

“I don’t have to, but I like to,” you replied primly, your mask around your chin. “I like seeing people’s full faces when I speak with them, so I assume the same is true in reverse. It’s good bedside manner.” Giving him a curt nod, you turned to address Shachi. “You have a cracked tooth which is likely why you’re in so much pain. I could extract it but given your orca background I’d rather repair it. Were you chewing on metal?” you asked, trying to be as non judgemental as possible. Shachi flushed, confirming your suspicions.

“It’s not great for anyone to chew on metal, but especially for you with your teeth. You do it when you’re stressed, right?” you asked lightly with a tilt of your head. Shachi gave a guilty nod, looking away from both you and his captain. Shachi wasn’t your first orca fishman, chewing on hard materials was a common stress relief amongst the patients you’d seen.

“It’s alright, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last. I’ve seen it a lot in orca fishmen. Are you in a small space for an extended period of time? Maybe like an office or below deck or something?” you asked.

“Haa Pohaa Ta -” Shachi tried to speak but was cut off by his Captain, whose mouth was not incapacitated.

“The Polar Tang is a submersible vessel, we are under water for extended periods of time,” Law explained.

“That would do it. You feel the intense urge for freedom, right? To have an expanse available to you for swimming? Tooth grinding and chewing on metal or concrete is seen in orca fishmen and generally in fishmen in captivity. To fix your current issue, you’ll need a root canal, which takes at least an hour. I do happen to have some time available today if you’d like,” you explained. You were about done with your work on the island, all the villagers had gotten their teeth worked on already so your schedule had cleared up. In a few days you’d pack up and set sail for another island, generally steering closer to Fishman Island to compile more data for your research.

“He’ll take the appointment as soon as possible, Dentist-ya,” Law said with finality. “It’s been bothering him for months, it needs to be fixed.” You nodded and stood up from the little stool.

“That’s rough, sorry to hear that Shachi. Give me a few moments to get everything set up and we’ll get started,” you said, patting him on the shoulder. Law followed you as you went to an adjoining room where the autoclave was to get your tools. A shiver went down your spine as you realized you were effectively alone with one of the most dangerous men on the Grand Lane. He hadn’t done anything remotely unprofessional but he didn’t carry his giant sword for fun, either. Your hands shook slightly as you gathered everything you’d need for the surgery, including the tools you’d made yourself for fishman dentistry.

“Is everything alright, Dr. Trafalgar?” you asked, using his name for the first time.

“Quite. You’re proficient, Dentist-ya. Are you truly part fishman?” he asked, still watching you. You swallowed thickly, disliking that he was watching you prepare.

“I am. Not much, maybe a grandparent was a partial fishman. But that’s why I became a dentist - I had dental issues from my fishman teeth and no one would help me. I had to do my own dental surgery to fix my mouth,” you replied with a shrug. Law didn’t reply.

“I’ll assist on Shachi’s surgery if you’d like,” Law informed you as you placed everything on a tray.

“That’s not necessary, Dr. Trafalgar. I’ve done this procedure many times -” you huffed, annoyed he thought you weren’t able to perform the procedure on your own.

“I’m not doubting your expertise, I am offering my help because it is easier with two people. I seldom operate without Bepo, it makes operations smoother and more efficient,” Law explained calmly. Your eyes went wide when you thought about Bepo, the cutest pirate on the Grand Line, who you daydreamed about hugging.

“Does that mean Bepo is here?” you tried to ask casually, lifting your shoulder like you didn’t care either way. Law gave a light laugh, the first time he’d broken from his serious attitude.

“Bepo is on the island, yes,” Law said with a small smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I’m the Captain yet he’s the one everyone always wants to meet,” Law continued, taking the tray from your hands. “I’m familiar with most of these tools, but not all.”

“I invented some of them for fishman specific dental needs,” you explained, picking up a special kind of forceps you’d created for conical teeth like Shachi’s. “If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you perform the surgery? Based on your reputation you’re the most knowledgeable surgeon alive,” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I suppose I could have but I don’t feel as confident in oral surgery, especially in someone with fishman genetics. Also, frankly, mouths are gross,” Law said, making you laugh.

“Aren’t you the pirate who keeps hearts in cubes or something like that? And mouths are gross?” you asked, laughing again. Law smiled as the two of you returned to the room where Shachi was watching the interaction with interest. “That’s alright, I’m not offended. If you’d really like to assist, I won’t stop you. Gloves and masks are over there, we’re going to get started as soon as possible,” you said, adjusting the dental light over Shachi.

About an hour later the surgery was completed and Shachi was now the proud owner of a fixed orca tooth. Law had been an excellent assistant, anticipating your needs and preparing tools before you asked for them. Unlike other physicians you’d met, he wasn’t cocky or condescending, he treated you like a medical professional in your own right. You’d talked through what you were doing, both for Shachi’s edification as well as Law’s own. He seemed to enjoy when you spoke about the process, or the specific difficulties related to fishman human genetic combinations. He told you a little bit about the crew and the ship, though not much related to him personally.

Law was surprisingly pleasant company and the two of you engaged in light banter throughout the procedure, mostly about the pirates and their travels. You had always wanted to go in a submarine and see the deep underwater world. You weren’t fishman enough to have gills or to webbed hands, but there was something in you that pulled you to the water and made you want to spend your time in it. You supposed that was why you became a wandering dentist, so you could spend some time on the sea while also fulfilling your passion even if you could never swim again.

“That’s it, Shachi! You’re all set,” you said, unclipping the paper towel from in front of his boiler suit. “You might be a little sensitive to cold or hot for a few weeks but I’ll give you a light numbing that should last a day or two so you’re not in pain. Don’t eat hard food and don’t chew on metal ,” you said, looking him in the eye. You used your right hand to remove most of the anesthesia, leaving a lingering local anesthetic that would help him avoid the pain of the dental surgery.

“Thank you, Dentist-ya,” Law said, helping his brother off the dental chair.

“Yeah, really. Thank you so much, I haven’t felt this good in months,” Shachi said with a short bow. “Captain will pay,” he said after looking at Law with a wide, sharp grin. He quickly left while whistling a tune and poking at his teeth with his fingers. Law huffed and rolled his eyes but reached for a wallet in his pocket. You felt a little awkward cleaning up after the surgery with Law present but it had been a rather fun time, for a dental surgery.

“I’d like to offer you something else in addition to the money,” Law said, handing you a small stack of beri.

“Oh? Maybe a trip on the Polar Tang?” you joked, putting the bills into your pocket.

“That you can have at your leisure. No, I was wondering if you’d go out to dinner with me,” Law asked, adjusting the brim of his white hat. You were a little surprised but frankly flattered. It was no secret that Law was one of the most dangerous men on the seas - as well as one of the most handsome. You’d slept with a few pirates in your time on the seas and didn’t see the harm in adding another notch to your bedpost.

“Sure, but can I get changed out of my scrubs?” you asked with a laugh, throwing away the paper towels and your gloves as well.

A few hours later and you were sitting opposite Law in a nice restaurant, sipping on a glass of wine. Law was surprisingly good conversation, even if he still wasn’t sharing many personal details about himself. It didn’t offend you, you weren’t pouring your life story out to him either. This was going to be a date (and maybe more) before you parted ways, maybe to never see each other again. You took another sip as you listened to his stories about the Heart Pirates and their adventures on the seas, laughing as he told you about Shachi and Penguin tricking him into rooming himself into the women’s quarters. You’d told him about your research and your devil fruit ability and enjoyed a pleasant back and forth about your various medical interests.

“Your crew sounds lovely. It really is quite an interesting idea to have a submarine instead of a regular ship. I’ve always wanted to go on one but the rates are so high,” you said with a wistful sigh.

“My offer earlier wasn’t facetious, you’re welcome aboard the Tang,” Law offered with a cocky smile. He was heart stopping even when he scowled, all tattoos, brooding mystery and golden jewelry. But when he smiled? You were cooked, you wanted to lean over the small table and kiss him right there.

“I don’t know, I’m leaving in a few days anyway. I have to start packing and securing a charter to another island,” you said, rubbing your forehead. Moving islands was annoying and expensive but it was time to move along the Grand Line.

“We’re leaving after we restock. Why don’t you come aboard with us, just until the next island? I’d love to pick your brain further about anesthesia and dentistry, and we do happen to have other hybrid fishmen on the ship. I can promise you safe voyage,” Law said, sipping his own whiskey. You were considering the offer but something in your gut wasn't quite settled. Still, you would at least be safe on the seas from other pirates given the strength of Law and his crew.

“I’m not sure, I’ve never sailed with pirates before,” you said, turning your wine glass by the stem. Sailing anywhere was a gamble but when you sailed with merchants you had reason to think they’d want you to get to your destination in one piece since you paid when you arrived at your location.

“Bepo is the first mate and navigator,” Law specified with a grin. “His ears are even fluffier than they look in pictures,” he continued with a nonchalant shrug.

“It’s not fair to use Bepo as a bargaining chip!” you whined with a smile on your face.

“Pirates don’t play fair,” Law rebutted, taking another sip and giving you a smirk.

“I’ll think about it,” you said, finishing your glass of wine while thinking about Bepo’s ears.

You had a pleasant date with Law that ended with a small kiss at the end of the night. You wanted more but weren’t going to pursue someone who wasn’t that into you. Law seemed to enjoy your conversation and company but wasn’t physically affectionate. You weren’t going to beg for physical affection and it might be better besides since you were thinking of going with them. After a day or so of back and forth conversation with Law, you decided to travel with the Heart Pirates on the Polar Tang. Law had introduced you to the rest of the crew and you were pleased to see a few more human / fishman hybrids alongside Shachi. On the morning of departure, Jean-Barte was bringing your belongings onto the ship while Law gave you a tour of the facilities. You could see why he made a good captain and why his crew was so loyal - he was steadfast, smart, clever, and had a natural penchant for leadership.

“Here is the operating theater, you can keep your medical supplies here as well if you wish,” Law said, pointing out a medically equipped room. “We didn’t have to buy as many anesthetics as we usually do now that you’re on board, it’s quite convenient,” Law said with a hum.

“Well, I’m only on the Tang for a short time so you’ll eventually need them again, but I’m happy to provide that service for now,” you hedged. Law smiled at you despite the intense stare he was giving you.

“Of course, Dentist-ya. Come along, I’ll show you the rest of the Tang,” he said easily.

A few hours later and you were glued to the sub’s windows as it descended deeper and deeper into the ocean. You’d never seen aquatic life so up close and you were practically vibrating with excitement as you watched fish swim past the windows. You jumped as a hand came to rest on your shoulder.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Law said, standing behind you, his hand still on your shoulder. His body was right behind yours, you could feel his body heat radiating from his bare chest. Law had a faint scent of lavender and mint that was tantalizing your nose as he stood behind you. There was no doubt that Law was a handsome man and your body wanted his desperately. Still, you had pride and you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move. If Law wanted you, he was going to have to work for it.

“It really is. Thank you for allowing me on your ship, Dr. Trafalgar. Or, should I call you Captain now?” you teased, turning around to face him. You were so near that either one of you could close the distance and kiss the other but you made no such movements.

“Law is fine,” he replied, raising his arm to rest on the window over your head, leaning down over you.

“Law it is, then,” you said, raising an eyebrow as if to dare him to make the first move. You should have known that someone with enough mettle to become a Warlord of the Sea would take what he wanted, you thought as Law’s lips captured your own. His muscled arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards his bare chest as he pressed kiss after fevered kiss into your lips. Your hand came up to rest on his pec while the other grabbed at his bicep as he deepened the kiss, his hand wrapping itself in your hair to angle your head to his desire. Law’s tongue brushed against your own as you moaned, reaching a hand into his wavy black hair to pull him closer. You hadn’t been with anyone in a while, maybe since three or four islands back, so even Law’s slightest touch had you excited.

Law pressed you further against the window of the submarine as the light of the sun dimmed while the ship submerged lower into the ocean but you didn’t notice in the slightest. When Law gave you his attention, it was all consuming, you could think of nothing but him. All too soon for your liking, he broke apart from you and rubbed the pad of his thumb against your lower lip.

“Welcome aboard, Dentist-ya,” he said with a smirk, walking away from you. What the hell was that?

Your first trip aboard the Polar Tang was filled with merrymaking, work, and adventure. You were put with Ikakku and Clione in the women’s quarters, the other two pirates pleasant company to chat with before you fell asleep at night. The sub continued to sail underwater and you spent the time you weren’t working watching the sea in front of you. Something intangible within you made you want to reach out and swim in the deep, even if your devil fruit made that not possible.

At dinner on the first night you quickly introduced yourself to Bepo, who wrapped you in a large hug as you mentally ticked a box off your bucket list. He was softer and fluffier than you could have imagined as you rubbed your face into his exposed chest. You would have been embarrassed but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“I’m so happy to meet you, Bepo! I always see your posters and - well, you’re my favorite pirate!” you said, smiling brightly up at him. The rest of the crew picked up their heads and grumbled, but no one seemed surprised. Bepo returned your smile with a toothy one of his own, his gleaming white teeth making your fingers itch with the desire to check them out.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too! Captain has been searching for you for years -”

“Bepo,” Law said with a small warning in his tone as he sipped a cup of black coffee and read a newspaper. Bepo was undeterred and continued to babble at you.

“Because he says you’re the best and he only wants his crew to work with the best. It’s a relief to finally have you on board so we can stop collecting intel on you -”

“Bepo,” Law called out again.

“Now that you’ve joined -”

“Bepo.” Law’s voice had lost the chiding tone it had before and was now a Captain’s order. Bepo pouted, his eyes going wide.

“Sorry, Captain. I was just gonna say that she joined us for this trip,” Bepo said with a frown, his lower lip wobbling. Law sighed but returned to reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee. Bepo gave you another small smile as an apology.

“Bepo, if you’d ever like me to look at your teeth, I’d be happy to. I’d have to do some research on polar bear mink teeth but it would be a privilege to work on you. I’ve never had the opportunity to work on a mink before,” you said, putting your hand in his to try and sneakily feel his paw pads.

“I’d love that! I don’t think I’ve ever been to a real dentist before, Captain has looked every so often but he thinks -”

“Mouths are gross,” you finished with a small laugh. One by one the rest of the crew introduced themselves and you saw the deep, loving dynamic between them. Shachi introduced you to his brother, Penguin, who was clearly also part fishman. You met Hakugan and Ikkaku, the other two women on board, as well as Jean Barte, Uni and Clione. Everyone was friendly and asked you question after question about your life and your work until the meal concluded.

“Penguin, thank you for dinner, I can’t eat another bite,” you said, pushing back the now empty bowl of stew. He smiled with a closed mouth, his eyes obscured by the cap with a penguin on top. Penguin was one of the quieter of the bunch, not getting as rowdy as Shachi or as up in arms as Ikkaku when they were playfully arguing.

“I was hoping that you’d take a look at my teeth in exchange for my North Blue stew. Or pay you with beri, I’ve saved a lot,” he asked in a quiet voice. “Not right now of course, when you’re rested and have time,” he hedged. You noticed he had a practiced way of keeping his teeth obscured when he spoke, nothing you hadn’t seen before in people with fishman genes.

“I’m not all that tired, being underwater is kind of messing with my internal clock anyway. And your Captain isn’t charging me fare to the next island so I won’t charge for dental services,” you said easily, standing with your plate in your hand to take it back to the kitchens. Law really was saving you a ton of money, checking out the teeth of the crew was easy for you to do in exchange.

“Oh, leave that here. Captain will shambles everything when we’re all done,” Penguin said, rising up himself. Intrigued, you put the bowl back down and looked around the room for Law. You’d seen Law use his medical knowledge but hadn’t seen him using his devil fruit power at all yet. You were curious about how it worked and wanted to see it first hand but didn’t feel comfortable walking up and asking him to use it. You didn’t mind when people did the same to you but yours wasn’t as dramatic and interesting as Law’s was.

You followed Penguin to the operating theater, noting how the chef was adjusting his hat over and over and biting his lips. There wasn’t a dental specific chair in the theater but there was a patient table that could be brought to an upright position. The theater wasn’t anything unique - it had racks of supplies for procedures, reference books, shelves of medications, and other supplies for the minor bumps and aches of the day. Penguin perched on the edge of the chair, adjusting his hat yet again. You saw a box of latex gloves on the table and slipped a pair on. Law’s hands were larger than your own - the gloves were a little saggy on your hands but nothing you couldn’t work with. Making a mental note to ask Law for some gloves in your size, you sat on the stool and scooted closer to Penguin.

“Would you mind closing the door?” Penguin asked, stiff as he sat back against the chair. You walked to close the door before returning to your patient. He opened his mouth only an inch but you saw enough to know what you were dealing with. Penguin was gripping the handrails tightly with his fingernails ripping into the cushioned pads.

“You don’t need to be nervous, I’ve treated sheepshead fishmen before,” you said with ease, reaching for your explorer. Penguin sagged in the chair like a deflated balloon.

“How’d you know?” he asked, opening his mouth for you just a little further.

“The evenly spaced rows of human like teeth. They’re great for fishmen but there’s not enough room in a human mouth for all of them. I can remove the second row and you should be set but as a warning, some of them may grow back in a few months. They can continually be removed and it should allow you to have more room in your mouth,” you explained while poking and prodding at his teeth. Penguin had rows of human teeth like a normal mouth but behind it there was another full row of teeth going all the way back towards his molars. It would be like having two sets of teeth in the same mouth set side by side. You didn’t know how he’d dealt with the immense overcrowding for so long.

“You’ve done a fantastic job maintaining your teeth, by the way. Excellent flossing, I can tell,” you said, maintaining a one sided conversation. Penguin couldn’t answer but you didn’t think he would anyway, he probably had a lifetime of shyness to overcome. “You have a lot of scarring, did you already have dental surgery? I’m not sure it was effective, but it looks like it was extensive and painful. By the way, it was a good call to choose Penguin as a nickname over sheepshead. Sheepsheads can be black and white too, right?” you said, poking around the man’s mouth. He grunted to show his agreement.

“Okay, we have a game plan. The procedure will take several hours worth of time, just so you’re aware. I think we should do it tomorrow, that way I’m fresh and so are you. Does that work?” you asked, taking off your gloves. You’d need several hours to take out all of Penguin’s extra teeth and ensure the open sockets didn’t get infected. It was more work than you anticipated, but you didn’t mind helping out a fellow fishman. Penguin nodded his agreement.

“I’ll have time after breakfast and I can ask Jean-Barte to make lunch. Will that be enough -” Penguin didn’t get to finish his sentence before Law appeared in the room, stalking towards you with a scowl. You took a step back, your legs hitting the stool behind you as Penguin sat upright in the seat. The stool spun and hit the clinic chair as you inhaled sharply.

“What do you think you’re doing to my brother, Dentist-ya?” Law hissed, his palm already raised with fingers lifted. You wanted to see his power but not in a way that had you taking a one way dip into the ocean. Law’s stare didn’t leave your face as your mouth gaped open, unsure what to do or say.

“I’m fine, she’s gonna fix my mouth,” Penguin said softly, putting his hand on your forearm. “She knew what was going on, she’s seen these kinda teeth before,” Penguin explained while getting off the chair. Law huffed but didn’t put his hand down.

“Room. Shambles,” Law said, creating a small blue sphere in his hand as he adjusted the white cap on his head to cover his eyes, much like Penguin. Moments later a paper towel was wafting to the floor where Law had been standing.

“He’s overprotective of the crew, always has been. I had some bad dentists in the past, did some fucked off shit and hurt me bad. Law also doesn’t like when the crew has any kind of medical test of procedure without his knowledge so now he’s embarrassed that he overreacted and room’d himself away back to his quarters. That’s just how he is,” Penguin explained with a small smile. You gave him a watery smile in return, scared by a fraction of the intensity Law would wield in battle. If that was Law’s bad side, you didn’t want to be anywhere near it.

You were a little shaken from Law suddenly disappearing from the operating theater but decided to talk it out with him right away. You didn’t like to let bad feelings fester underneath the surface and had always found airing things out made life better for everyone. Bepo led you to the Captain’s quarters at your insistence.

“I’m sorry, Captain’s not in a good mood right now -” Bepo said, raising his palms in a placating gesture.

“If he says he doesn’t want to see me, I’ll leave,” you said calmly, stopping in front of Law’s closed door. Bepo made a whine but left, allowing you to take your chances with the Captain. Taking a deep breath, you knocked twice on the metal. It was night time and the only illumination in the Tang were small lights placed near the floor to help the crew get around at night.

“Bepo, I already told you-”

“It’s not Bepo,” you called out. “It’s me, I want to talk about what happened and apologize,” you said, leaning close to the door. There was no reply as you lingered awkwardly in the cold dark hallway, your ear hovering near the door so you could hear Law.

“Room. Shambles,” was all you heard before you were caught in two strong arms. Law using his fruit powers on your was disorienting and you had a vague headache from the sudden movement and brightness from inside the cabin. You pressed on your temples as Law righted you to standing.

“The headache should go away momentarily, it happens to some people when I shambles them,” Law explained clinically. You grunted but gave yourself a small numbing effect using your left hand to speed up the process.

“That’s better,” you stated, now sitting yourself on the edge of Law’s desk as he sat down in his office chair.

“I didn’t know you could numb yourself,” Law said with mild interest as he steepled his fingers.

“Mmh, handy for when someone shambles me without warning,” you replied. “I’m sorry to bother you, Captain -”

“Law,” he said without taking his eyes off his reading.

“Er, right. I’m sorry to bother you, Law. I wanted to apologize for examining Penguin without your permission. I shouldn’t have acted on my own like that - he’s your crewmate and you’re responsible for his well being, I understand that now. I apologize and I won’t see any of your crew without asking permission first,” you stated, putting your hand over your heart.

“Hm. I accept your apology,” Law intoned, looking back down at the article on his desk. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I…overreacted,” Law said, the last word so quiet you almost thought you misheard him. “I have a complicated past. I worry a lot about the people I love, that something bad will happen to them if I’m not watching over them all the time,” he said, now flipping a page in the journal he was reading.

“That must be difficult to feel all the time,” you said, sympathetic to his plight.

“Shachi and Penguin are idiots too, which makes it worse. Last week they tried making a fire -”

“That’s not so bad -”

“While we were submerged,” Law said, looking you in the eye. You couldn’t help but laugh hearing about the foolishness of the pirates. Law massaged his temples as he continued to read in the low light of the ship. It was quiet for a few moments between you as neither of you rushed to say anything, Law massaging his forehead the whole time.

“Tension headache?” you asked quietly.

“Always.”

You raised your left hand slowly towards his head and gave him a small amount of numbing, equal to a strong round of ibuprofen but that would last longer and act instantly. Law watched you warily the entire time but didn’t stop your motion either.

“There. Feels better already, no?” you asked with a smile. Law blinked a few times and looked around his cabin.

“That is…incredible. I haven’t felt - I always have a permanent headache,” Law lapsed into silence as he took a few breaths and stretched his neck. “Thank you. That was an act of kindness I didn’t deserve,” Law said, looking you in the eyes. You looked back for a few moments but flicked your eyes down to his desk, unable to maintain the intensity of Law’s stare.

“Is that- is that my article from New World Journal of Modern Dentistry ?” you asked, incredulous. Law’s expression didn’t change but you thought you saw a hint of color rising in his cheeks.

“Good night, Dentist-ya” he grunted, still not looking at you. You were shambles to the women’s quarters seconds later, leaving you confused about your interim Captain.

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#yandere Law #law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #dental care #dental clinic #tw yandere #shachi and penguin #x reader #I hope u Law stans like this #I did it for you #and the fishmen teeth #Got pretty into the dentistry lol #a lot more dentistry than most Yan fics I imagine

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Uncomfortably Numb (Yan Law x Reader, 2/3)

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Part 1

This drabble is now 12k+ words :I He's a slow burn Yan I can't make him go any faster!! Thank you @sordidmusings and @gouraminnow for beta-ing <3

“Alright, you’re all set, Penguin. Great job,” you said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before removing the paper towels from his chest. The oral surgery had been successful but it had taken hours for you to manually extract each tooth down to the root and close each wound. Penguin had a nearly complete secondary set of teeth in his mouth and each one needed to be extracted and cared for individually. Law said he’d monitor Penguin for infection and keep tabs on him in case of dry socket, which was a relief in a patient with so many operation sites.

Law had offered to be your aid again and this time you enthusiastically took him up on the offer. He had done a fantastic job the first time and it wasn’t every day that you had the world’s best surgeon handing you drills and sucking out a patient’s saliva at your command. But besides that, you found working with Law quite easy and were grateful for the help during such a long procedure. Law didn’t maintain idle chit chat or small talk and let you focus on what needed to be done. He’d even toweled off your forehead when you were sweating, causing you to startle from surprise.

“I apologize, Dentist-ya. I forget that isn’t common outside of surgery,” he said, handing you the mosquito forcep you needed.

“No apology needed, I’m sure Penguin appreciates not being dripped on,” you said as Penguin tried to give you a dopey smile. You’d had to sedate him much more than Shachi, his learned fear of dentistry making him a good candidate for twilight anesthesia. He was awake but wasn’t disruptive or unhappy, just along for the multi hour ride. At first Law had monitored Penguin’s vitals every fifteen minutes but your consistent anesthesia had him relaxing to checking only every 25 minutes. When you finally finished suturing the final socket, you stepped back to allow Law to observe your handiwork.

“Clean stitches,” he remarked, turning Penguin’s jaw to look at the other side of his mouth.

“Mm. Almost like it’s my profession or something,” you snarked, sitting down on the rolling stool. Stretching your arms you frowned at your own comment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. Most other physicians aren’t as…kind to me as you’ve been. They’re a little dismissive of dentistry. I even went on a date with a physician who told me I wasn’t a real doctor,” you said with a light laugh.

“How irritating. I hope you ripped into him,” Law said, closing Penguin’s mouth.

“Something like that,” you replied enigmatically. In reality you’d numbed his nerve endings so the doctor wouldn’t orgasm for a month but you didn’t think Law would find that appealing. “Penguin’s teeth shouldn’t grow back, I got them out at the root. But even so, you never know exactly what’s going to happen with fishmen teeth so if one or two reappear, I can always take them out again,” you explained to Law. “Well, if you find me again. I’m getting off at the next island but we can coordinate from there,” you added, furrowing your brow as you thought through the details. Law frowned but didn’t reply as you turned to his brother still on the chair.

“Penguin, you’re all done. Everything went well and you’re now the proud owner of only one set of teeth. I’m going to remove the anesthesia but you might be a little loopy for a bit, OK?” you said, taking off your glove. Penguin gave you a wide, toothy smile - much different than the closed mouth one you’d seen before. Using your right hand you slowly removed the anesthesia from Penguin but kept the numbing in his mouth, he was going to need it for the next few days.

“C’n I haave my teef?” Penguin asked as his head lolled to the side of the chair. Law sighed but stood next to you as you helped Penguin stand from where he had been laying on the patient gurney.

“I mean, you can keep them. A lot of people ask, but they don’t usually have so many, ” you replied. “Whoa, easy there,” you said as Penguin looped his arms around your shoulders and leaned his full body weight onto you, making you stumble. Law walked over and picked Penguin off you, pulling his arm over his shoulders to help Penguin walk.

“Penguin, let’s go,” Law said as he started to walk with a pouting Penguin.

“Nooo, I wan’ the priddy dentiss to carry me,” he whined.

“Don’t embarrass yourself,” Law chided as he continued to walk towards the door of the operating theater. Law pulled it open as Penguin took in a large breath.

“Pfff oh please,” he said, releasing a huge gust of breath into Law’s face. “ You talk about her all tha time and I can’t embarrass myself?” Penguin nearly yelled as the door slammed shut. Your face flamed but at least Law didn’t see it. You’d been thinking about him since the previous night when you’d caught him reading your article. Law was different from other doctors you’d met - and different from other pirate Captains too. He was intelligent, considerate, protective, and treated you like a professional in your own right. He was a refreshing person to meet and you hoped you would get more from him than just a kiss.

Time passed easily on the Tang as it continued its trip to the next island. You helped out where you could and gave the entire crew dental checks and procedures as needed. You also helped yourself to Law’s medical library and spent hours curled up in his office, poring over the various texts he had. The first time you’d gone in there you stood in front of his filled shelves, completely agog. You’d seen his office on the first night but you hadn’t been focused on what it looked like, more interested in the Captain within it.

“Can I help you find something?” Law asked, causing you to jump. You hadn’t seen him since he was sitting in his chair with the back facing you; you thought you were alone when you came into the room.

“Law! You scared me! What’s wrong with you, hiding in the shadows like that!” you scolded him.

“It’s my office,” he said, sipping from a ringed mug of black coffee. He had you there , you thought to yourself.

“Hm. I s’pose so,” you mumbled as you looked back at the bookshelf in front of you. You gasped as your finger stroked the frayed spine of a copy of Fishman Anatomy and Physiology.

“How did you manage to get this? And a first edition too? This has been banned for -”

“Twenty years, since Fisher Tiger,” Law said as he continued to skim his own book. “You’re welcome to read it if you’d like,” he said, flipping a page with an index finger.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’d love to. I have small sections of it I bought illegally but I’ve never even seen the entire book -”

“It would be my pleasure, Dentist-ya. There’s a settee across from my desk, make yourself comfortable.” With shaking fingers you pulled the dull green book off the shelf, cradling it to your chest as if it was a baby. You sat opposite Law and cracked the book open in silence, eager to read the information contained within.

“It’s time for you to go to bed, Dentist-ya,” Law told you what seemed like moments later. You blinked and looked up from where you had been reading about digestive issues common to most fishmen species.

“What do you mean -”

“It’s 3 AM, everyone else has been asleep for hours.” You looked down at the book and saw that you’d read nearly half the book in one sitting. You closed the book tenderly and set it down next to you, patting it like a treasured cat. You made a pleased hum and stretched your arms above your head. Blinking the strain out of your eyes, you noticed Law was still watching you. He stood up and sat on the edge of his desk, stretching his long legs out in front of him so that your feet nearly touched.

“And what about you?” you teased. “Shouldn’t you also go to bed?” you asked, bringing your hands behind your head in an assumed relaxed position. It raised your chest a little bit and brought your tits into focus, something even a composed person like Law noticed. Law had only initiated kissing you the one time and hadn’t seemed interested since. Your ego had taken a hit but you were hopeful that maybe once life settled back down on the Tang you’d be able to show him the error of his ways.

“Ah, I think I might wait up,” Law said in a measured tone, breaking his eyes away from your torso.

“Wait up for what?” you asked, biting your lip between your teeth. Law looked you in the eyes, a grin coming to his face.

“For this,” he said, standing upright and walking over to you. He leaned down with one hand gripping the settee. “Room. Shambles.”

Suddenly Law was the one sitting down with his legs spread and you were straddling Law’s lap facing him. The instant change in positions didn’t give you a headache like last time but you were still disoriented as Law put a hand on your hip and pulled you closer to him. You could feel a growing bulge in Law’s pants as your hips sat atop his own.

“For this,” Law said, another hand reaching behind your neck to pull you into a kiss. You moaned softly as Law’s lips crashed down on yours. Law’s tongue licked the seam of your mouth to ask for entrance so you parted your lips. You pushed your tongue into Law’s mouth as his tongue met your own. Law’s tattooed hand curled into your hair and pulled slightly to keep you where he wanted you, the hand still on your hip squeezing your outer thigh. Law was setting the pace and you followed, letting him lead the kissing and angle your head to his pleasing.

You were lost in the sensation of Law’s lips on your own and one of your hands rose to tangle in his short black hair as your other hand set on his shoulder. You found that when you gently he’d moan lightly so you repeated the motion a few times. A few minutes later, you started grinding on Law’s lap, unable to keep yourself from trying to chase your pleasure.

“Wanton creature,” Law rasped as his hand left your hip to your back, pulling your shirt over your head with your help and throwing it to the floor. His large hand splayed across your back as he pulled you closer to his own bare chest. He was warmer than you expected for someone who went around shirtless and you reveled in the feeling of his skin against your own. Law unclasped your bra with a practiced motion, pulling it off your arms and tossing it to wherever your shirt had landed. His tattooed hands cupped your breasts as he trailed kisses between them. He rolled your nipples between his thumb and index finger and you arched into his hands.

“Law, please,” you husked as he pinched one nipple harshly while rolling the other.

“Since you’re so polite,” was all Law said before he brought his face closer to begin sucking on your nipples. You jolted from the feeling of an expected metal piercing on your warm skin, causing you to move upright on his lap. Law grunted but continued suckling and gently biting your nipples, his stubble providing a pleasant burn to your skin.

The pressure was strong and relentless as Law laved his tongue over your nipples. The seam in your pants was growing wetter with each passing moment but you weren’t able to do anything about it other than grind yourself down harder on his lap. He grunted as you rubbed yourself faster but didn’t do anything other than continue to grope and suck your tits. You weren’t sure how long you were on top of him as he switched between your breasts, nibbling and sucking while you made pathetic mewling noises. A few times you attempted to change positions or unbuckle his pants but Law kept you in position easily. His lean musculature told you he was strong but you hadn’t expected him to be able to manhandle you with such ease.

“ Aah ~ c-can we��?” you trailed off suggestively and looked down at his pants. Law’s face was pressed between your breasts as he continued to massage and grope them.

“Patience, it’s too late now. When I finally have you, it will be for the entire night, not just a few hours. The early shift will be up in about half an hour, I don’t want anyone to walk in on us,” he said as his fingers remained on your nipples. He removed his fingers but gave a sudden harsh bite to your left nipple, making you yelp. You cupped your sore breasts with your hands and held them in place of your bra. You had liked the attention, despite the unusual intensity. You pouted as you tried to get off his lap, which made Law laugh.

“Don’t pout, you’ll get what you want soon enough.” Law grabbed your jaw and angled your head down to look at his eyes. “Do not make yourself come. I will know if you do,” Law said with a straight face and harsh voice. You generally liked dom / sub games and all that came with it but his tone brokered no room for disagreement. Usually you talked about those kinds of things before engaging in them but this was pretty light, so you supposed it was ok. The next time you could discuss with Law your limits and safewords. Law was still holding your jaw as he asked “do you understand?” You nodded your agreement, unsure in the face of Law’s stare.

“Room -”

“No, wait - let me get my -” you didn’t even finish your sentence before you plopped down on your bed in the women’s quarters, your clothes appearing immediately thereafter.

“S’ annoying, everything on his time schedule,” you grumbled as you tried to remove your remaining clothes without waking Ikkaku and Hakugan. Your panties were soaked through to your pants as you peeled them off. Normally in such a state your fingers would already be dancing their way down to your clit but something in Law’s tone gave you pause. Flicking your eyes over the clothes, you folded them up and placed them in your trunk to be washed later. You tucked yourself into your bunk with a huff as you tried to sleep off the pent up frustration Law had given you.

The following day the Tang breached the surface of the water in preparation for docking at Coral Island. You’d been there before a few years prior and remembered it to be a pleasant place. You didn’t mind setting up shop on Coral Island for a few months - it was a smaller summer island and was known for its distinctive pink beaches. It didn’t have a Marine base, though Marines sometimes stopped through on their way to the larger Reef Island a few week’s travel ahead.

You were glad to finally get off the Tang even if you’d been enjoying your time spent under the sea. Despite the warm and welcoming crew, you grew restless within the Tang. Being inside the metal ship made you feel a little stir crazy, like you needed to stick your head out a window for fresh air. Now you knew a little of how Shachi must have felt, you thought as the Tang sailed into the wharf.

You had your belongings packed and ready to go but Law had encouraged you to keep them on the ship until you found where you were staying. It made sense, you reasoned, not to lug your heavy chest filled with equipment around until you booked a short term residence. You climbed the ladder to the top deck right behind Penguin and Shachi. The three of you had pushed and shoved your way to the front of the queue to get off the ship.

“Ugh! Feels so good, right?” Shachi exclaimed as he popped his head out of the hatch that led to the sail. Thanks to them you knew that the sail referred to the portion of the Tang that they could stand on when it wasn’t submerged.

“I know! After about a week I can’t get out of the Tang fast enough,” Penguin agreed. The two of them started stripping off their boiler suits as you averted your eyes. They stripped down to their underwear in record time and without tripping over the legs of their suits, which was impressive. You idly wondered if they wore tear-aways and you hadn’t noticed.

“Erm…what are you -”

“We’re going swimming! It’s the best feeling after being in the Tang for a while. It feels like you’ve been scrunched into a tiny ball and the water is slowly decompressing you. You should come -” Shachi put his hand over Penguin’s mouth to stop him from completing the sentence.

“He wasn’t thinking. It’s not that nice,” Shachi said, color rising to his face. Penguin’s eyes opened wide.

“Yeah, it’s not like…anything that great. It’s just swimming,” Penguin said, unable to meet your eyes.

“Guys, it’s not a big deal. I knew what I was getting into when I ate the fruit,” you said with a laugh. Your eyes roved the waters of the bay and the foamy peaks of the water hitting the hull of the sub as the large splashes alerted you that the men had jumped in. In another life you would have loved to swim but your fruit made it a death sentence. With a deep sigh you disembarked the Tang for the docks of the island, ready to find a place to stay.

The rest of the crew had split up as they had work to complete before they were able to enjoy leisure time before the Tang left that evening. Jean Barte and Bepo were restocking medical supplies, Shachi had finished his dip in the sea and was buying groceries with Penguin and Ikkaku was buying spare parts for the sub.

After spending some time with Bepo and Jean Barte looking at various medications, you remembered why you’d liked being on this particular island. Even though it was small, the pharmacist on the island was competent and stocked a lot of medications that even larger islands often didn’t have. You had the power to anesthetize but nothing else, you had to be able to offer antibiotics if a patient got an infection. Bepo had your hand in his (much to your delight) as you perused the aisles at the apothecary.

“Ooh, Bepo, look! They even have bacitracin!” you exclaimed as you grabbed the small tube off the shelf and turned it over in your hand. “They really have everything. This is a great apothecary so remember to stock more of your anesthetics,” you reminded the mink before placing the bottle back carefully. Bepo tilted his head and gave you a bright smile.

“I’ve got it from here. I’ve restocked Captain’s supplies thousands of times. Why don’t you enjoy the rest of the day,” Bepo suggested, shooing you away from the shelves.

“Will I see you again before you leave?” you asked, pouting at the thought of your last bear hug.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Bepo assured you, pushing you further out of the store.

It wasn’t a bad idea to get moving, you thought to yourself. There was a lot for you to do before the Tang left that night. You went to see if you’d be able to rent the same room you had a few years prior - it didn’t leave any lasting negative impressions in your memory so it was likely good enough.

As you walked away from the main drag of the town, you saw the familiar sight of off duty Marines. They were still in their uniforms but their happy chit chat and casual early evening drinking let you know they weren’t on the clock. The whole group looked rather young, like they had just finished basic training a few years prior. None of them were officers or in leadership positions, probably just a group of friends blowing off steam together. You paid them little attention as they passed by, until you felt a hand gripping your upper arm.

“Hey - are you that dentist lady?” a young Marine asked. He was just an ensign but based on the teeth you’d seen flashing in his mouth, he was part fishman. Maybe even Lingcod fishman, if the small uneven teeth were any indication. He had passed through the group to catch you as you walked by, making sure to speak to you with some privacy from his fellow Marines.

“Sure am,” you replied, slowing to a stop. Marines weren’t your favorite type of patients - they were often cocky and had attitudes but they were a reliable source of income. The Marines kept their own medical corps that included dental benefits but the dentists were often still in school themselves or total quacks. You spent a lot of your time seeing Marine dentist patients and fixing their work, particularly in fishmen.

“Are you the one who knows about fishmen?” the Marine asked in a quieter tone.

“I am. I have to tell you, I’m going to be staying on the island but I’m not ready to see patients just yet. I have to set up and I’ll start seeing patients tomorrow or the day after,” you said as you tried to remove his hand from your arm. His mouth screwed up as his eyes flashed with pain as he gripped you tighter.

“Please, I’m begging you. My mouth is killing me and the Marine dentists -”

“Is there a problem?” you heard from behind you as a tattooed hand clapped on your shoulder. Swiveling your head up, you saw Law carrying Kikoku on his shoulder as he stood immediately behind you. His face held no shred of sympathy for the ensign, only cold fury.

“Wait, Law, no - there’s nothing -” you tried to tell Law that nothing bad was happening, you’d been in this situation hundreds of times before. The young man was probably in immeasurable pain and just wanted some relief. But you weren’t able to get the words out before the other Marines in the group were shouting and dropping their ales on the ground in their efforts to get away.

“T-trafalgar Law! She’s with him -”

“He’s gonna kill us all -”

“Maybe we messed with his girlfriend -”

“I didn’t hear the Heart Pirates were here -”

“He’s gonna steal our hearts and crush them up -”

The group of Marines quickly dispersed, to the dismay of the fishman Marine in front of you. You wanted to tell him that you would see him, that he wouldn’t have to be in pain much longer. But Law set Kikoku’s tip on the ground.

“You too,” Law said, using his thumb to unsheath Kikoku. The Marine let go of your arm with a start and ran after his cohort, his legs practically pinwheeling in an effort to get away quickly. Law hummed happily and resheathed his sword.

“What the hell was that about?” you hissed at Law as you tried knocking his hand off your shoulder. His hand wasn’t moved by your weak attempts but instead gripped your shoulder harder almost to the point of pain.

“I did it to protect you,” he replied, his eyes boring into your own.

“I didn’t need protection, that kid was in pain! He was just asking because -”

“They’re Marines.”

“I fucking know they’re Marines. Marines make up a sizeable amount of my income and besides that ensign was a fishman, he was in pain -”

“It was a ploy to get your attention in order to arrest you,” Law replied, finally removing his hand from your shoulder. Your fingers rose to touch the area where he’d gripped you, rubbing your tender skin.

“Th-that’s not true. Why would -”

“You don’t think they saw you getting off the Tang? Walking through the city arm in arm with Bepo? You’re easy pickings for them, alone and separated from the crew,” Law said, taking one step towards you.

“B-but why? I’m not a pirate -”

“You’re traveling with a notorious supernova Captain, strolling along the streets casually and laughing with the first mate. It certainly looks like you are,” Law continued in a bored drawl. You bit your lip - to someone on the outside it would look suspicious.

“I…suppose,” you hedged. “But I really don’t think that any of those Marines -”

“Are capable of bringing you in? I don’t mean to offend you, but you’re not a fighter. I’ve seen this scenario happen before - there’s a promising doctor or nurse and they’re brought in on trumped up charges, which are conveniently dropped if they join the Marines. Or maybe you really do want to work for the Marines after all, get conscripted into their service. I’m sure they’d be happy to have a dentist like you in their ranks. Is that what you want, hm?” Law continued, taking another step forward.

You took an unconscious step backwards, his firm tone and logical argument making you second guess the interaction with those Marines. Your eyes darted beyond Law as you tried to remember the details of the interaction with the Ensign. You couldn’t exactly remember what happened, everything had been so quick.

“Don’t feel bad, you’re not used to the way they really operate. I saw it firsthand when I was a Warlord. The truth is the Marines are a facet of the corrupt World Government and they function only in their own best interests,” Law explained, his eyes softening towards you. “Come on, the Tang will be leaving soon. You can come with us to the next island that doesn’t have a Marine presence. We’ll be in Shanks’s territory, he protects his islands well.” You nodded, as you thought over what Law had been saying. Law’s hand was on the small of your back, leading you back into town.

“Alright, I can - this island is kind of small anyway,” you rationalized to yourself. It wouldn’t be so bad to sail to the next island together, and maybe Law was right about the Marines. He really would know better than you, he had been a Warlord after all and probably had many interactions with them besides. His plan made sense, and after the next island you wouldn’t be associated with the Heart Pirates any longer. After they dropped you off, you’d take a passenger ship to another island and be all set.

The two of you walked side by side into town, Law’s open jacket flapping in the wind as you crossed through the main street. He kept his hand on your back at all times while the other was on his sword. There were many people milling about as they tried to buy last minute items before the stores closed at the end of the business day.

“There’s just one more thing I need,” Law said as he stopped and turned towards you, people walking around the two of you in the square.

“Oh? What is it? I think most of the shops are closing soon -”

“This,” Law replied as he cupped your face with his free hand and kissed you deeply. You startled back, surprised at Law’s public display of affection. As far as you knew, Law was intensely private, not wanting anyone on the Tang to see as much as hand holding. And yet you sighed and leaned into him as he continued kissing you in the middle of the street. He leaned Kikoku against his chest as he pulled you closer to him, the sword awkwardly squished between your bodies. Law broke away, his index finger curled under your chin as he tipped your head back to look into his eyes. You flushed furiously but allowed Law to peck at your lips once more.

“Let’s go back to the Tang.”

Later that night, you were searching the infirmary storage closet for the bacitracin that Bepo had bought earlier that day. Shachi had sliced the sole of his foot on coral in the bay and the shallow wound needed tending. Normally such a cut wouldn’t be a problem but coral sometimes carried dangerous bacteria and you liked to err on the side of caution. Law was otherwise engaged and besides, you were more than capable of putting ointment on a wound.

You looked through shelves for the antibiotic - you were thankful that every spot was labeled with the item that went above it on the shelves. Locating the bacitracin, you reached to grab the tube when you noticed that the spot for EMLA cream was empty. So was the spot for lidocaine, benzocaine, isoflurane, etomidate, and any other anesthetic. None of them had been restocked.

The tube of bacitracin dropped from your fingers as you backed away from the shelves towards the small metal door. You took step after step backwards until you hit something solid but warm behind you. You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry.

“What are you doing, Dentist-ya?” You spun around; it was Law against your back.

“L-law, I….I -” you sputtered, unsure what to say. You wanted to double check that nothing was still in bags or crates before you accused him - the next island was a few weeks away and it would make for an awkward situation if you were wrong.

“Are you looking for an anesthetic?” Law said, looking behind you. “I would have thought that redundant,” he said as his eyes flicked over your face. Your eyes were wide - could Law read your mind with his fruit? You went for honesty, you weren’t a good liar at the best of times and especially not when you were nervous.

“It’s just um…I didn’t think…you didn’t restock any of the topical analgesics? Or the anesthetics? I was with Bepo when he was looking at them and I just…wasn’t sure…”

“Not everything has been unloaded yet. Medications that don’t require refrigeration aren’t a top priority. They’re on the ship, watch. Room. Shambles,” Law said as a vial of lidocaine appeared in his hand. He considered you again, picking the tube of bacitracin off the floor. “What was your concern with the medication restock?”

Your face turned red as you tried to think of a way to cover your ass. “Uh, I was just, um, surprised that they weren’t there yet? The ship is so organized and it was…surprising? I was surprised?” you said as you tried to stop rambling. Law wasn’t showing any kind of expression but you had the feeling he was allowing you to hang yourself with your own rope.

“Are you suspicious that I’m trying to keep you here?” Law asked, his eyebrow cocked.

“No? No,” you replied twice as you made sure the second answer didn’t sound like a question. Law hummed and stepped closer to you. You drew back but Law simply put the medications onto the shelves behind you, reaching just past your face.

“I take care of my own, Dentist-ya,” Law said as he moved away, out of the storage closet. The light behind him obscured his face, casting his entire body in dark shadow.

Law’s statement left you wondering when you had become his.

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