I had been feeling like absolute shit last weekend and started a comfort fic, decided to share it. So I hope that you enjoy some one piece men caring for a stubborn sick reader. I tried to keep it genderless for the most part and vague for anyone to enjoy.
You get sick;
Synopsis: You wake up with your whole body sore, your head throbs, feeling nauseous and dizzy. You decide to take some medicine and continue about your day. However, your love finds you shivering like a chihuahua caught in a blizzard and sweating like a sinner in church. He's absolutely not going to just let you slide so easily for this one.
Crocodile 🐊:
Crocodile himself is in fact a workaholic. He's stubborn to his credit, and won't usually allow some flu bug stop him. However, that doesn't mean that he's willing to allow his love to put themself through that kind of self torment either. So when he found you slumped over your desk, shivering and practically snoring away, which you have never done, he grunted in disapproval. Gripping his cigar between his teeth as he reached over to brush the back of his hand over your sweat soaked forehead. His eyes widened only a fraction at just how hot your skin felt under his touch. You groaned weakly, leaning into the coolness of his rings that felt good on your boiling forehead. He sighed, letting out a puff of smoke slip past his lips like a disapproving dragon before he gently picked you up in one arm, stirring you awake. “Huh? Wha-? Oh… When did you get here, sir?” You asked, you couldn’t remember falling asleep on your desk, drool pooling over the reports and contracts you had been assigning just a moment ago. Crocodile ignored your questions as he scooped you into his large arm and started carrying you back to his quarters. “Sir?...Croccy?” You tried again weakly, a disapproving growl seemed to vibrate within his chest. “Don’t start, you are being put on bed rest immediately until you’re well again. Direct orders, and if I catch you in your office while you’re in this state, you will be repremained. Do I make myself clear, my pet?” Crocodile growled which caused a different shiver down your spine. Which you would’ve been tempted to follow it’s current if you didn’t feel like such shit. “Croccy, honey, I’m fine… really.” You tried before falling into a coughing fit, your throat dry and scratchy, Crocodile gave a sarcastic ‘Mmmhm’ before laying you down into his bedding of luxurious furs and silks. You felt yourself quickly drifting off as he petted his large hand through your hair and soothing the pounding headache in your skull, he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. The next time you wake you see a cup of tea prepared just the way you usually enjoy it on your sick days, a glass of water, a bowl of soup, and medicine on the nightstand with a note from Crocodile himself. ‘You need something in your stomach before you take your medicine, be sure you do. I will come by to check on you periodically and if you do not have at least one dose down your gullet when I return your bed rest leave will lengthen its term. Get well, my love.’ He acted all big and tough, but he was quite the softie underneath it all. Sighing, you knew he would follow through with his threats, so you relented to enjoying some soup and the smell of your caring boyfriend’s cologne permeated in the sheets. You took the medicine before slowly drifting off once more.
Buggy 🤡:
You had woken up feeling as though your nose was clogged with pillows and your throat scratchy. You felt heavy in your limbs but knew that you had much work to do as the Big Top’s navigator. So you took whatever pain medication you had to hopefully get through the day and headed out to start charting courses and your daily chores. When Buggy came to ask you about the next course, and possibly tease you a bit, he found you in his office which he shared with only you.You had been, or trying to at least, chart the next course. Quill in your shaky hand as it looked like you were slowly starting to fall asleep standing up. You looked exhausted and sickly. He detached a hand to help prop you up for a moment as he came closer, corking your ink so it wouldn’t spill all over the parchment you were working on, you’d really have his hide if you knew he’d let your precious ink spill all over your current project, and he knelt down allowing you to lean your weight against his shoulder. “Hm? Buggs?” You hummed sleepily. “Damn baby doll, you look like shit.” He stated bluntly, you gave a weak almost amused snort at that. “Thanks for stating the obvious, captain.” You grumbled, he smirked slightly at the witty comeback even in your state. “Yeah well, part of my job. Why didn’t you tell me you feel like shit?” Buggy asked you as he ran a gloved hand through your hair, you hummed leaning into the comforting sensations. “Cause I’m fine. I’ve handled much worse than a little cold.” You tried to insist, but Buggy would hear none of it. “Nope. Nuh-uh, we’re not doing this today. The stars are not in position for this stubborn act.” Buggy told you as he scooped you up into his arms easily, you squeaked in surprise as he hauled you towards his quarters to set you into his bed. You tried to resist and tell him that you were fine, really, he didn’t need to worry. But he was hearing none of this. He even threatened to parade you straight down to the doctor’s bay so that the rest of the crew would watch you being carried off there and back. That seemed to shut you up real quick. Buggy sent for the doctor and requested Cabaji to bring you something small from the kitchen while he settled you into bed. Alvida heard you weren’t feeling well and came up with a bowl of cold water and some hot tea to help. The ship’s doctor gave you an examination before he prescribed you some medication and left his captain to handle the rest. “You hear that? Bed rest until you’re actually feeling better. Not just doctor’s orders, but Captain’s orders too. Which means you actually have to rest. And if I catch you up and out of bed, I will tie you to it.” Buggy told you, you huffed at this before actually relenting. You knew he’d follow through with it. You did scrunch your nose though when it came to taking your medicine. But Buggy rewarded you with cuddles and many kisses to your head.
Sanji 🚬:
The only way you’d get up out of bed this morning is that Sanji somehow didn’t notice your start of a fever when you woke. He wakes up very early to get breakfast prep done, so its possible he somehow missed it. You slept in a bit longer however, feeling like absolute hell. You tried to get up just as Sanji came in with a tray of breakfast and a bright smile on his face, which faltered as he noticed just how sickly you looked. “Mon amour.” He quickly made his way to you, setting your tray down on the nightstand as he cupped your cheeks in his palms, sea blue eyes looking over you with concern. “You’re sick, oh amour, how did I not notice sooner? You poor thing. Go on and lay back.” Sanji coaxed. “Sanji, I’m fine.” You croaked, trying to sound convincing, you didn’t. “No, no, none of that now. Lay back, that’s it, good love. I’m going to get Chopper, and you will not lift a finger. Today I am at your every beck and call.” Sanji commented, you wanted to protest, really you tried. But how could you when he fluffed your pillows and gently laid you back to rest in your bedding so gently? You were practically melting into his guiding touch before you even knew it. He pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before he hurried off to get Chopper to examine you. His diagnoses, the common flu bug. So he gave you medication and doctor’s orders for plenty of bed rest. With Sanji there, ready to cave into your every desire, you’re sure to get the rest you are ordered, and then some.
Zoro ⚔️🗡:
Zoro knows you know your limits, but also knows you tend to push past your limits often for others. Something he admires and fell for you for, but it was also something that often drove him absolutely insane. At first when you got up this morning you felt a dry tickle in your throat and your body ached. You just thought it was a bad night with allergies. But it quickly divulged into a full blown fever. Not that you’d admit it. Oh but everyone can tell. Especially Zoro, who’s kept an eye on you this whole morning instead of taking his naps. Being the silent protector that he was as Sanji fawned over how you looked miserable and should go to bed. You refused. Chopper insisted he examine you, you politely decline. Nami offered you some orange juice to help you feel better, you also decline that as you felt your throat couldn’t take the sourness of the acidic juice. Zoro had finally had enough when you nearly fell over when the sunny hit a rocky wave. He immediately, quick as a flash, was at your side easily catching you. “Oh, thanks rabbit.” You coo, a nickname you gave him, usually only used in softer moments, he grunted before picking you up. “Chopper, you can make your diagnosis in my quarters, where I’ll be taking your patient. Come on froggy.” Zoro said, a slight tease in his words. You didn’t have enough energy to argue, barely enough to shake your head as he picked you up in his large strong arms easily and carried you to his room. He laid you into his bed as you groaned and whined your protests but he wasn’t about to hear any of it. The man was stubborn when he wanted to be, you could give him that much. “Stop complaining, you’re on bed rest until Chopper here says you’re good to go.” Zoro stated. When Chopper was done with his diagnosis he prescribed you medicine and plenty of bed rest. Zoro had Sanji get you food and tea to take your medicine with, and when you finished, he laid behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you effectively locking you against his chest. You weren’t going anywhere, he’d make sure of it. As he nuzzled his nose into the back of your neck and he slowly drifted off into sleep.
Katakuri 🍩:
You woke early to open your cafe bakery, something you often did, Katakuri had already gone for his meetings for the day which was a common occurrence you were used to with your husband. You felt heavy ache in your limbs and a scratch in your throat. Taking some pain medicine you pushed through it to head out. Your employees noticed right away something was off with you. “Y/n, are you alright?” One of them asked, you nodded forcing a smile. But you looked sickly, everyone could tell. They all shared looks of concern. “Why don’t you go home deary? We have the shop handled for the day.” Another offered. “And leave you all to the afternoon rush? Absolutely not.” You tried to argue, but your voice croaked. “At least take a rest in your office for a bit.” They argued, you sighed. You did need to finish up some paperwork after all. Sure. You headed to your office to do just that. And you shouldn’t be handling the food anyways while sick. That much you knew. So you hold up in your office, for a while at least. But the words on the papers became blurry and before you knew it, you were knocked out on your desk. During that time, your employees called up your husband, knowing if anyone could convince you to go home and rest, it was him. He knew how stubborn you were. He came in through the mirror in your office and his features softened at the sight. Gently he picked you up into his large strong embrace. “Oh sugar. You should’ve stayed home if you felt this bad.” He cooed softly in your ear. You groaned at this, stirring in his hold before relaxing against his chest. “I didn’t want you to worry so much. Didn’t think it would get this bad…” You mumbled weakly. He huffed in amusement. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked affectionately as he carried you through the mirror world and back to your home. He told his assistant to cancel all of his plans today, you were his top priority. He then had the chefs make you some soup and tea to help you feel better as well as sent for one of the best doctors to come and examine you. You didn’t have much energy to fight back. How could you when your husband absolutely knew your weaknesses of what would make you melt when you felt this bad. He'd gently massaged your legs as you both waited for the doctor. Who didn’t take long to come and give his diagnosis, the common flu. He left medication to help fight off the bug, being sure to explain to Katakuri the best way to help you heal faster. Which meant plenty of rest, fluids, medicine, the usual. Rest was something you weren't good at. But with a husband who more than towered over most around him, and one so doting and loving at that. It would be like trying to shove off a particularly cuddly large mastiff. Impossible. And you, even if you wouldn't admit it out loud at the moment, wouldn't have it any other way.
