will you help them?
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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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.
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.”
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…”
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.”
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?”
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…”
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.
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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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.
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.”
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
💔
sobbing
nyas and such consultation office
Can I get Ace from One Piece?? :pray:
Heyy sorry this is so late, it kinda got lost in my inbox (I've been getting a lot of what I think are spam messages??) But here's ace 🧡 (I miss him 😮💨) ((might redo at some point, I def need more practice drawing ace 😬))
Hes so babygirl failure I love him
Still an slightly older piece but it was an experiment
Drawing corazon goofy ah poses
They're like bugs to me
to the 5 tsuru and doflamingo enjoyers out here, domesticated doffy
This is what really happened during the world domination arc trust me
in the blink of an eye
My submission for the @corazonartcollab ! He is falling out of the chair for sure
King of Hearts
HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY TERUKI!!!
i actually only used one color for this. layer effects are terrifying
I love Corazon design sm I just love to draw him.
Too good to be true...
With a crew of 20 and a caffeine addicted captain, I imagine the Polar Tang has quite the collection of mugs from different islands. Bepo tried to find the least-crass one possible for Cora. (Stay tuned for more)
Part 3 of "Law is super high when Cora miraculously returns" :D
Part 1 over here
I had to purge this idea from my mind 🛼🛼
...like....surely Sengoku heard news of what Cora was doing those six months...right???.....right.???!?!?
i will send the strawpage when i get my GIMMICKS BACK 💔☹️
He oiled
yikes i might reupload if i wake up tomorrow and im like oh brother eeeuhhh 💔
Rosi & flowers ❤
bee tee dubs heres a timelapse ^_^ i realised i never really show my process that often
Grand Line dad too tall to hold his son’s hand when they cross the street