I Really Like The Silly Fluffy Tall Man. His Clumsy Antics Amuse Me. As Well As His Gloomy Orphan Son.

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(short reacts) | "he pretends to be asleep" + one piece men

summary: he pretended to be asleep to see what you’d do and now he’s never recovering from it.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

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CROCODILE

He’s slouched in his office chair. Arms crossed. Head tilted slightly back. Eyes closed.

You step in and pause—thinking he’s asleep. You hesitate… then slowly approach.

Your fingertips brush the tips of his hair back. You hesitate—then kiss the corner of his jaw.

Soft. Quiet. Barely there.

“Thanks for working so hard,” you whisper. “Rest a little, okay?”

He doesn’t move.

But his heart? Pounding.

Later that day, he’ll say nothing during a meeting alongside you and the others—but he’ll stare at you longer than usual. And when you leave the room?

Smiles, just barely. But it's there.

MIHAWK

He’s seated in the courtyard, hat tilted over his eyes, arms crossed.

You step closer, certain he’s dozed off in the sun. His breath is even, steady.

You kneel. Brush a strand of hair off his forehead. And kiss the top of his head.

Then murmur,

“Even swords need their sheath sometimes.”

You walk away.

He opens one eye.

Smirks. Whispers to himself:

“And sometimes… they cut deeper than expected.”

MARCO

He’s lying on a hammock. One arm slung over his eyes. Bare chest rising slowly.

You smile. Walk over. Pull the blanket over him more securely.

Then lean in and kiss his cheek.

“You always take care of everyone else… Don’t forget you deserve that too.”

He doesn’t open his eyes. But when you walk away?

He bites his lip, cheeks pink, and mutters:

“Heh, damn. She’s gonna kill me at this rate…”

ACE

He’s lying on his stomach on his bed. Just… passed out. Completely dead to the world.

You tiptoe over, kneel beside him, and lean in.

You kiss his temple.

“Thanks for lighting up the place.”

He smiles in his sleep. A dumb, happy, full-face grin.

You think it’s just a reaction.

But after you leave?

He lifts one eye.

“I’m gonna marry her.”

SHANKS

He’s leaning back in a chair, feet kicked up, red hair over his face.

You approach quietly. Very sure he’s out cold from drinking.

You lean in, hands behind your back, and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re cuter when you’re not smirking.”

You start to walk away.

“And you’re bolder when you think I’m asleep.”

You FREEZE. Turn.

He’s grinning like a sinner.

“You gonna kiss me properly next time, or do I need to start faking naps daily?”

LAW

He’s on the couch. Sitting up, head tilted back, breathing soft. Fingers still holding a closed book.

You stop. Gaze soft.

You set a blanket over his lap. Then hesitate.

Then kiss his forehead.

“You’re always stronger than you think.”

As you turn, he exhales.

Not loudly. Not shakily. Just—

Broken.

When you’re gone, he covers his eyes with his hand like that one little kiss hit harder than it ever should have.

“…What the hell are you doing to me…”

CORAZON

He’s curled up in the corner of your room's couch. Jacket half-draped over him. Completely still.

You tiptoe close. Smile.

And then—without a word—you kiss his cheek.

Soft. Long. Meaningful.

You linger for a second. Brush his hair from his face.

“Sleep well, mi amor.”

You walk out.

He doesn’t open his eyes for a full ten minutes.

Just stays there.

Smiling like a fool who's won the world.

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Nevermind the tears, nevermind the fear

As long as he reaches his goal, no one can break down his resolve. Best Doctor, I'm rooting for you!!

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