It's Time To Ride

(short reacts) | "you're too good to me" + one piece men

summary: you did something nice because you care, but he wasn’t ready for how much that actually meant to him.

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

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CROCODILE

He walks into his office late—tired, annoyed, and already pulling off his rings.

He pauses.

There’s a fresh mug of coffee waiting on his desk. His favorite blend. Exactly how he likes it. Alongside his a box of his favorite cigars. And a neatly folded note in your handwriting:

“Don’t forget to breathe today.”

He stares at it.

Silent.

Then he sits.

Wraps one hand around the mug, rests his other elbow on the desk—forehead in his palm.

After a long breath:

“…She’ll ruin me like this.”

Later, he passes you in the hallway. Pauses beside you. Doesn’t look directly at you. Just mutters:

“You’re too good to me.”

And then? He walks away.

But his hand brushes yours as he goes. On purpose.

MIHAWK

You find him reading. Again. Posture stiff. A faint furrow in his brow.

You quietly set a plate beside him—fresh fruit, sliced the way he prefers. No words.

You turn to leave, but—

“Stay.”

You glance back.

He looks at the fruit. Then at you.

“You remember the details.”

A beat.

He lifts a slice slowly. Takes a bite. Looks out at the horizon like he’s not letting you see his expression.

“You’re too good to me.”

And under his breath?

“I wish I knew what to do with that.”

MARCO

You find him patching up someone else in the clinic. Again. Exhausted. Shirt streaked with blood. Eyes too tired.

You wait till he’s done, then silently hand him a glass of water and a sandwich—both of which you’ve clearly made just for him.

He blinks.

“You didn’t have to…”

You nudge the glass toward him. No sass. No teasing. Just… quiet care.

He smiles. Soft. Blown away.

“You’re too good to me, y’know that, yoi?”

A pause.

“Gotta start being worth all that.”

But you already know he is.

ACE

He’s sitting alone on the deck after coming back from a mission, hiding the bruises he got protecting someone else.

You find him. Sit beside him.

And quietly pull out a small med kit.

He tries to protest—“I’m fine, really—”

But you start gently tending to the bruises anyway. You don’t scold. You don’t make a scene.

You just… take care of him.

He goes quiet. Watches you like he doesn’t understand why someone would want to.

“You’re too good to me…”

He whispers it. Like it hurts.

And when you finish and kiss his forehead?

He holds your wrist and says—

“Please don't leave.”

SHANKS

You find him alone. For once.

Sitting on the edge of the ship. Staring out at the sea. Shoulders a little too still.

You sit beside him. Hand him a small flask with his favorite rum—the one he always shares, but never gets for himself.

He takes it. Looks at you.

And smiles—but this one’s different.

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.”

A pause.

“You keep this up, I might actually start believing I deserve it.”

He says it like a joke. But he doesn’t laugh.

LAW

You sneak into his medbay late at night. He’s fallen asleep at his desk—head on his arms, brow still furrowed in sleep.

You drape a blanket over him. Tuck a small thermos of hot tea near his elbow.

As you turn to leave, you whisper:

“Slow down, Law. You’re not alone anymore.”

You think he’s asleep.

But as soon as the door clicks shut, he lifts his head. Looks at the blanket. The tea. The way you’d straightened his scattered notes.

And whispers, stunned—

“…Too good to me. Too fuckin’ good, god damn it.”

Then buries his face in his arm again. To hide his face. The ache. Everything.

CORAZON

You find him sitting in your room—just keeping you company, like he always does.

It’s chilly tonight. So you drape your cutest, softest, fluffiest blanket over his shoulders without a word.

He startles. Stares at you.

You wink. Go back to work.

He looks down at the blanket. Then closes it tighter around himself.

You hear scribbling. You glance over. He passes you a note:

“You’re too good to me. Also, I’m never giving this back.”

You just smile.

“Then I guess I’ll have to warm you myself.”

You've never seen him blush so hard in your life.

Hes so babygirl failure I love him

My body may be gone, but not my love

Luff👒

why are they like this

💔

frobin my beloved

Resolve.

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!!

when i found a tea bag in my cardigan, i knew i must to draw Law taking the trash out of Corazon's coat🙂‍↕️

our sunny is getting too small y'all