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You had been a part of heart pirates for a while now, you became a member when Law had asked you whether you wanted to die a meaningless death or join his crew; of course you chose the latter. Had it not been for him, you would've died long ago behind the walls of prison.
You had been a pirate since ages, however, you got captured by marines and were put behind bars until Law infiltrated the place and freed you from the stinking place.
The polar tank is docked near the inner shore of a warm, sunny island; a perfect docking place for pirates. The island harboured many beautiful sightings and you are enjoying one of those from the floors of submarine. Elbows resting on the railing as you inhale the scent of nature whiffing off from the island till the open space of polar tank.
Soft clicks of boots against the metallic floor behind you, Law comes to stand beside you leaning against the railing as well. “Good morning, Law”, you mumble a greeting.
Though, everyone addresses Law as 'captain', you are different. For, you are not a mere teammate or crew member— you are his lover, his significant other, his sweetheart; his everything.
“Yeah, mornin'.”, he says softly detroit of his usual snark.
He loves the way, the sun shines on you draping you in the warmth of it's own. The way it highlights your features under the soft gleam, the way it makes you look like a goddess.
“We will be staying here for a while, so enjoy the view”, he says. He knows you enough to know that you enjoy new sights, new places: exploration and curiousity is a part of your subconsciousness.
“Mhm sure”, you give him a smile. The cute small one; the one that gets him all flustered and flushed.
His cheeks painted in a tinge of red as he averted his gaze back to the island. Your gaze dots on to him as he stares at the island rosy-cheeked, his face painted in the hues of blue under the shadow.
You couldn't help but stare at him, find him.. good-looking.
“What's wrong? Is something on my face?”, he asks while his gaze stays on the island.
“Hm.. yeah”, you reply with a smirk tugging at your lips.
“What and where?”, he asks turning his head to look at you, fumbling his hand over his face.
You let out a soft chuckle, “What's funny!?”, he asks.
“Beauty”
“Huh?”, he stares at you with a surprised face.
“You have beauty on your face”, you reply with a soft chuckle.
He gives you the look— the look that says he's so done with you, but he loves it internally.
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In the bustling market of the island, you dragged law with you towards the stalls, “Come on, law!”
“Like I said, I'm not interested, y/n”, he counters but you didn't care. He is always uptight, too serious.
He needs to let loose, you believed.
So, you dragged him through various stalls showing him numerous things to which he just nodded and gave short replies such as “Hm” or “Yeah”, but you liked it nevertheless. Atleast, he is being with you instead of staying back at the polar tank like always.
Your gaze catches onto a stall selling ice-cream, and a grin tugs at your lips. You point at the stall by the side, “Let's get ice-cream, law”
How can I say no if you look at me with those eyes and that smile?, law rationalizes in his head.
Law's eyes just stared at you for a moment before clicking his tongue, “Tch, but I'm not getting one”, he says.
“Huh? Come on! Don't be so serious~”, you chirp near him as you both head to the stall.
A soft sigh leaves him, not the irritated kind but the I give up kind, Not the frustrated kind but the I can't say no kind: you knew it.
“Fine, I guess I'll have one”, he replies grumpily.
Adorable, you thought.
“We will have 2 strawberry ice-creams”, you say to the shop owner with a grin on your face.
“Huh? I don't remember saying I want strawberry flavour”, he says with his arms crossed.
“Not my fault”, you reply.
“Vanilla for me, and strawberry for her”, he says to the shop owner pointing a finger in your direction when he says strawberry.
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Back at the polar tank in the evening. You and Law glaze at the setting sun, painting everything in the hues of orange and yellow in the sky.
“Isn't it beautiful?”, you say with a smile on your face.
“I guess”, he replies.
“Did you hate tagging along today?”, you ask with a smirk.
“Didn't exactly hate it”, he replies curtly.
Taking his hat from his head, letting his hair catch the soft gushes of wind, and putting it on your head instead, “Come on, say it that You. Liked. It.”
“I said i didn't hate it”
He made no effort to get his hat back, you found it warming not just for your head but also for your heart. The hat he treasures, but he lets you have it like it's.. natural.
“Doesn't mean you liked it”, you reply with a pout.
“Same thing!”, his cheeks flushed, flustered. He couldn't get himself to say it so outright.
How did I even pull her again? He wonders.
You burst into laughter at his words, “It's not the same!”
His eyes widen and glaze at your form laughing carefreely. He loves the sound of your laugh, the raw and loud kind where you look like you're enjoying yourself. And with his hat atop your head? Makes the sight even more tantalizing.
How can you enjoy with boring man like me? He wonders.
“Don't you get bored with me?”, he asks. Fidgeting his fingers, that's not a stupid question, but the raw ugly kind which always swirls back in his head whenever he sees you by his side.
“Huh? Bored? No, why do you ask?”, you reply as if it was something unnatural to be bored with him around. Unnatural to even consider it for a second.
“What do you mean why? Isn't that obvious?”, he snarls back not facing you, yet. Eyes looking anywhere but you.
“I don't get it, law”, you reply. Catching on him avoiding your gaze, you rest your hands on either side of his face bringing it closer to your own, forcing him to make eye-contact. “Look at me”
His lips agap, eyes wide as he maintains the contact, fingers trembling slightly.
Why the fuck am I so nervous? He wonders.
“I don't find you boring. You're fun, cute, sweet and lovely. Don't ever think like that again, got it?”, you say firmly.
He eases up upon hearing your words, “Got it”, he manages.
“Good”, you give him a genuine wide smile.
His cheeks warm up at the sight, once again. Gaze averting again already. His head swirls with the thoughts of how beautiful you look right now, a small smile tugging at the ends of lips.
Adorable, you thought.