Hello! I was wondering if you could create a scenario with Law, Crocodile, Kid, and more characters of your choice if you want, featuring the one bed hotel trope x fem reader where they end up accidentally cuddling. (I’m a sucker for this trope </3)
I don’t have any specifics for the other characters, but for Crocodile can you include some smut. That man is so fine and so underrated oml
Please, and I love you’re writing so much you’re amazing <33
One Bed
fem!reader
characters: law, crocodile, kid
a/n: sorry for the wait! I tried to make them have all different vibes so control each "tags" + for crocodile I'm not really confident when I write about him so please don't mind if it might be a bit out of character (also I made it suggestive but not smut for that reason)
word count: around 1.3k - 1.5k each
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── .✦ Law:
tags: wano arc, fake marriage, undercover, slow burn, tension, awkward romance, humor, close proximity
The market is too loud. People walk everywhere. Vendors shout. Children run between the stands. The smell of grilled food mixes with flowers and smoke.
You pull your hat lower.
“Stop looking nervous.” Law says beside you.
“I’m not nervous.”
“You keep fixing your sleeve every ten seconds.”
You immediately stop touching your sleeve.
Law gives you a look.
You glare back “This was not my idea.”
“Nor mine.” he says flatly “It was theirs.”
Ahead of you, Usopp laughs loudly while carrying a basket.
“It worked, didn’t it?” he says “Nobody suspects a married couple.”
You stare at him.
“You didn’t need to say newly married.”
“It added detail.” Usopp replies proudly.
“It ruined my life.”
Usopp shrugs “You already argue like a couple anyway.”
Law says nothing.
“You all forced us into this…” you say.
Usopp says “People trust married people.”
Law finally speaks “I still think this plan is stupid.”
Usopp points at him “But you agreed.”
Law looks annoyed “I agreed because we couldn't refuse.”
“And because you two look natural together.” Usopp says.
You nearly trip over your own foot “What?”
His smile widen.
Law exhales slowly.
“We should split up now.”
“Yes,” you say quickly “good idea.”
Usopp waves “Don’t forget to hold hands.”
You stop walking.
“You need to act believable.”
Law looks tired already “This is unnecessary.”
Usopp tilts his head “Married couples usually touch, you know?”
The silence after that feels painful.
You glance toward Law and he already looks done with life.
“Fine.” he says.
You blink “What?”
He holds out his hand.
You stare at it, then at him, then back at his hand… “This feels threatening.”
“Take my hand.”
“You sound like you hate me.”
“I sound tired.”
“That’s not better.”
“People are watching.”
You glance around and see one older woman smiling softly at you both.
You immediately look away and slowly, awkwardly, you place your hand in his.
Law’s fingers close around yours.
Your brain suddenly stops working for one second.
You hate that.
“There,” Law mutters “done.”
You clear your throat “Right.”
You both start walking again and neither of you says anything.
A vendor nearby smiles at both of you.
“Beautiful couple.” he says kindly.
Law slightly stiffens.
“Thank you.” you answer quickly.
“New marriage, right? You both look shy, it's cute.”
Your face burns and Law’s grip tightens slightly.
The vendor gives you extra fruit “For good luck.”
“Thank you.” you say again with a smile.
You walk away quickly and the moment you turn a corner, you pull your hand away “That was painful.”
“You answered too fast.”
“You said nothing.”
“You handled it.”
“You basically abandoned me.”
Law looks at you “I didn’t abandon you.”
“You absolutely did.”
“You were believable.”
You stare at him “Was I?”
“Yes.”
You look away. The street suddenly feels warmer.
Law starts walking again and you follow him, and for some reason your hand still remembers the warmth of his.
Later that day, you follow Franky until he stops in front of a small house hidden between two narrow streets.
“This is the place.” says proudly.
You look up.
The house is old but clean, with wooden walls, small paper windows, a quiet area far from the busy streets of Wano.
Perfect for hiding.
Franky places his hands on his hips.
“Nobody comes here. Safe location. Good roof. No weird smells.”
“That last one matters?” you ask.
“It always matters.”
Beside you, Law looks at the house “It’s isolated.”
“Exactly,” Franky says “good for undercover married life.”
You immediately sigh “Please stop calling it that.”
Franky grins “You two are famous already.”
Law looks tired “We shouldn’t be.”
Franky opens the door “Too late.”
You step inside.
The space is small. You all walk around and see the kitchen, the bathroom and then the bedroom .
One bed.
Very impossible to ignore.
You slowly turn.
Franky scratches the back of his neck “Oh right.”
You stare.
He points casually “Only one bedroom.”
Silence.
Law stares at the bed and then at Franky.
Franky lifts his hands quickly “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Married couple cover story. This makes sense.”
“You’re enjoying this.” you say.
“A little.”
Law exhales slowly “We’ll manage.”
Franky nods “You can stay here until things move forward. Nobody will bother you.”
He starts walking toward the door and pauses “Good luck!”
Then he leaves.
The door closes.
You stand there and Law stands near the entrance. Neither of you moves.
“This keeps getting worse…” you say.
Law glances toward the bed “Yes.”
You walk around the room slowly… there is a small couch near the wall.
Law notices it too and says “I’ll take the couch.”
You turn toward him “No.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re too tall for that.”
“I’ve slept in worse places.”
“That doesn’t mean you should.”
Law places his sword near the wall “I’ll sleep on the floor then.”
You blink “No.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.”
He looks at you “You take the bed.”
You cross your arms “And let my captain sleep on the floor?”
“It’s practical.”
“It’s stupid.”
Law raises a brow slightly “You sound annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re acting like sharing a bed is impossible.”
“It’s not impossible.”
“Then why are we arguing over it?”
Law goes quiet.
You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.
The mattress sinks softly.
You look up at him “Listen.”
He stays still.
“We’re two adults.”
He says nothing.
“I don’t care about sharing a bed just for sleeping.”
His eyes stay on you.
“It’s not a big deal. We’re about to start a war.” your voice becomes softer “We should rest while we still can.”
Law watches you carefully.
You hold his gaze.
“So I don’t care what you say.” you finish “We’re both sleeping here.”
A long silence follows.
Then Law looks away first “…You’re stubborn.”
“You already knew that.”
“That doesn’t make it easier.”
You smile slightly “It means you should stop fighting.”
He sighs quietly “Fine.”
You hide your smile.
Night comes slowly.
The house becomes darker and rain taps softly against the roof.
You lie on one side of the bed.
Law lies on the other.
Enough distance.
At least that's what you tell yourself.
The room is quiet.
You hear Law shifting slightly beside you.
You turn onto your side… then back again.
Sleep refuses to come.
You sigh.
A second later Law sighs too.
You glance toward him.
He is staring at the ceiling.
“You awake?” you whisper.
“Yes.”
“This is awkward.”
“A little...”
You smile weakly “At least the mattress is comfortable.”
“Better than the submarine beds.”
“True.”
Silence again.
You shift and your arm brushes his accidentally, which makes you freeze.
He doesn't move away and neither do you.
Your eyes slowly meet even if there's barely any light, but you still see him clearly.
His eyes… his face… the way he looks at you focused and quiet.
The air grows heavier.
You move slightly closer without thinking and Law’s eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes.
Your heartbeat becomes impossible to ignore.
Slowly you lean closer and he meets you halfway.
The kiss starts soft and careful… almost testing. Then suddenly it deepens.
Your fingers lightly grab his shirt while his hand rests against your waist.
The kiss becomes stronger and needier, like both of you wanted this longer than either wants to admit.
Your chest presses closer to his and you feel his hand tighten slightly.
Then you both stop… still close and still breathing hard.
You clear your throat “Well…” Law watches you carefully as you continue “That definitely helps the married couple act.”
A pause. Then a small laugh leaves him.
You smile immediately.
“There,” you whisper “that’s less scary.”
“You think I’m scary?”
“Only when you look at people like you want to stab them.”
“Fair.”
The tension softens.
After a moment, Law shifts slightly closer. His arm wraps carefully around your waist. Giving you time to pull away but of course you don't.
Instead, you move closer. Your head rests against his chest.
You close your eyes.
Morning comes too fast.
You wake slowly, with something heavy resting around you.
Then you realize that Law’s arm is still holding you close. Your face presses against his chest, your leg tangled slightly with his.
The front door suddenly opens and before you can even react the bedroom door slides open.
And there Bepo… Penguin… Shachi… all frozen and all staring.
Silence.
Penguin blinks “Oh?”
Shachi’s eyes go wide “Oh.”
Bepo covers his mouth “Oh no…”
You stare at them still half asleep, and still trapped in Law’s arms.
Law slowly opens his eyes. He sees the crew and his expression becomes instantly dangerous.
“What are you doing here?” he says.
Penguin raises a hand “Usopp told us where you were.”
Shachi grins “And gave us a spare key.”
“Of course he did…” you mumble.
Bepo looks guilty “We came to bring supplies…”
Nobody moves.
Then Penguin points “You’re cuddling.”
“No.” Law says immediately.
“You absolutely are.”
“No.”
“You literally are.”
Law looks ready to commit murder.
Shachi wipes his eyes “The fake marriage is becoming real.”
“Get out.” Law says.
Penguin grins “Captain looks happy for the first time in his whole life.”
“Leave.”
“You look comfortable together.”
“Now.”
You bury your face into Law’s chest again “This is the worst morning of my life.”
Law’s arm tightens slightly around you, and somehow that makes it worse and better at the same time.
── .✦ Crocodile:
tags: slow burn, tension, forced proximity, suggestive
The desert is freezing at night, you hate that.
During the day, the heat feels endless and then at night, the cold slips under your skin like sharp fingers.
You pull your cloak tighter as you walk beside Crocodile.
He says nothing.
His coat moves slightly with the wind, sand shifts under your boots.
You glance toward him “Are you always this quiet?”
“Yes.”
“You know talking doesn’t kill people.”
“Depends what they say.”
You roll your eyes “Funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
You continue walking.
The small map in your hand shakes slightly from the wind “There should be a town nearby.”
“There is.”
“You sound very sure.”
“I’ve been here before.”
“Helpful information you could have said earlier.”
He exhales smoke from his cigar “You didn’t ask.”
You mutter under your breath “You’re impossible.”
“I hear that often.”
You hate that he sounds amused.
A few minutes later, lights appear in the distance.
A village.
You sigh in relief “Finally.”
The streets are quiet when you arrive, most places already closed. Only one inn still shows light through the windows.
You push the door open and warm air immediately hits your face.
You almost melt from relief.
An old man behind the desk looks up.
“Room?” he asks.
“We'd like two rooms.” you answer quickly.
The man shakes his head “Sorry, there's only one left.”
You freeze and turn your head.
Crocodile already looks annoyed.
The old man smiles “Storm tonight. Everything full.”
Outside, thunder rumbles softly.
You glance at Crocodile and he looks completely…. too calm.
“I’ll sleep outside.” you say quickly.
“No.” he says and looks at the innkeeper “We take it.”
You stare.
The old man hands over the key and you take it silently while your soul is already leaving your body.
The room is larger than expected, there's even a chair and a table… and one bed, a large one but still terrible for the circumstances.
You close the door behind you and silence fills the room.
Crocodile removes his coat slowly. You immediately look away for no reason.
“You can take the bed.” you say.
“No.”
“I don’t mind the floor.”
“You’ll freeze.”
“I survived worse.”
“So have I.”
You turn and he lights another cigar.
“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” he says.
“And I guess you’re not either.”
His gaze moves toward you.
The room suddenly feels warmer.
“It’s just a bed.” he says.
You laugh softly “You say that like this isn’t awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Easy for him to say. He looks completely unaffected, which annoys you more.
You sit on the edge of the mattress.
“You don’t seem bothered.” you say.
“I’m tired and I'm not a kid.”
“That doesn’t answer me.”
“It answers enough.”
You narrow your eyes “You enjoy making people nervous.”
His mouth shifts slightly “Only when they pretend not to be.”
You look away first.
The room feels too small, too quiet and too warm.
Eventually, you lie down, keeping to one side.
Crocodile remains near the window for a while, watching outside and smoking.
Then he moves over and the mattress dips slightly as he lies beside you.
You stare at the ceiling. You can hear his breathing, slow and calm.
You hate how aware you suddenly are.
The room grows quieter.
You close your eyes to try to sleep.
Fail.
You turn slightly and the blanket shifts.
You sigh.
A second later you hear him say “You move too much.”
Your eyes snap open “You’re awake.”
“Yes.”
“You could’ve said something.”
“I was hoping you’d stop moving.”
You glare toward the darkness “You’re annoying.”
“You’ve said that before.”
You turn onto your side, facing away from him.
Then thunder cracks loudly outside and the sound, always given the circumstances, makes you jump slightly.
You freeze embarrassed by that.
A quiet sound comes from beside you, almost a low chuckle “You’re scared of storms?”
“No.”
“You jumped.”
“I was surprised.”
“Of course.”
You roll your eyes.
Then another loud crack shakes the windows and the room flashes briefly with lightning.
You shift automatically closer, before realizing.
You stop breathing.
Crocodile says nothing.
You slowly look toward him and his eyes are already on you.
The air changes.
The distance between you suddenly feels too small and definitely too noticeable.
His hand rests near yours, close enough to touch. You should move away but you don’t and neither does he.
Outside, thunder rolls again, but now you barely hear it.
The room flashes white for a second, then darkness returns.
You still haven’t moved and neither has .
His eyes stay on you.
“You’re staring.” you whisper.
“So are you.”
The fire crackles softly behind you and warm light moves across his face… the scar near his mouth… the slow rise of his chest.
Everything suddenly feels too close, too quiet and too aware.
Outside, thunder shakes the windows again.
You shift slightly, closer.
His gaze lowers to your lips, then back to your eyes.
You tell yourself to stop looking at him… you fail.
“You should sleep.” he says quietly.
“That sounds like a warning.”
“Maybe.”
You breathe out slowly “And if I don’t?”
His eyes darken slightly “Then you’ll keep looking at me like that?”
Your heart skips “Like what?”
“Like you’re thinking too much.”
You almost laugh “That’s rich coming from you.”
He leans slightly closer “Am I wrong?”
You don't answer… because no, he isn’t.
The space between you feels smaller now.
His hand shifts slowly, until his fingers brush yours lightly.
Your breath catches and he notices, but his hand stays there.
Your fingers curl slightly against his.
Crocodile’s eyes stay on yours.
Slowly he lifts his hand and his fingers brush lightly along your jaw.
Your skin burns instantly.
You close your eyes for half a second, that small touch feels dangerous but still too soft for someone like him.
When you open your eyes again, he is closer, enough to feel his breath.
“You should stop me.” he says quietly.
Your stomach tightens “You first.”
Then suddenly his hand slides behind your neck and his mouth meets yours.
The kiss is slow at first… testing.
But it doesn’t stay like that.
His hand tightens slightly, pulling you closer.
You feel the heat of him immediately… and that taste of smoke and whiskey.
Your fingers grab lightly at his shirt.
He exhales softly against your lips, a sound that sends warmth down your spine.
The kiss deepens.
Your body shifts closer without thinking and your leg brushes his.
The mattress moves beneath you.
His hand slides slowly down your side, possessive without force.
You feel his thumb brush your waist, then your hip.
Your breath catches.
When he pulls back slightly, both of you breathe harder.
“You’re trouble.” you whisper.
A faint smile touches the corner of his mouth “And yet you’re still here.”
You smile softly “Bad decisions are made sometimes.”
“Clearly.”
His hand remains against your waist.
You don't move away, instead, you lean closer again until your lips brush his to start another kiss.
Slower this time but more dangerous somehow.
His fingers slide through your hair.
Now nothing exists except this room, this bed and the heat between you.
Eventually, you pull back. Your forehead rests against his shoulder.
His hand remains at your back.
Your fingers rest lightly against his chest.
“You know,” you murmur, “sharing a bed was a terrible idea.”
A low hum leaves him “Yes.”
“But I’m not complaining.”
His hand moves once along your back “You would complain eventually.”
You smile against him “Probably.”
Then he asks “So… we’re done?”
That makes you relax and laugh softly “Nah.”
Then you suddenly move and climb on him. You smile at his little surprised face, even if it lasts for a second.
You lift your shirt while his hand tightens slightly around your waist.
That marks the start of the best night of your life.
── .✦ Kid:
tags: wano arc, slow burn, forced proximity, hidden feelings, protective kid, tension
The hideout is terrible.
You stop at the doorway and stare. It's just one room, one lamp, one tiny kitchen corner and one bedroom with one bed.
You slowly turn toward Kid “This is it?”
He walks inside like nothing is wrong “It has walls. Good enough.”
“That’s your standard?”
“It should be yours too.”
You shut the door behind you.
Outside, Wano.
Killer went another direction hours ago. You and Kid had to split from him.
Which means you are stuck here now.
You drop your bag near the wall.
The room smells faintly like dust and old wood.
Kid removes his coat and throws it over a chair.
You sit carefully on the edge of the bed and the mattress creaks.
You look up.
“Please tell me there’s another secret room somewhere.”
“No.”
“Another mattress?”
“No.”
“A couch?”
“No.”
You glance around again, just to confirm he’s right.
The room is too small.
Kid notices you looking around and says “I’ll take the floor.”
You blink “No.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re huge.”
He gives you a look “That sounded rude.”
“It was honest.”
He snorts softly, then shrugs “Still taking it.”
You shake your head “Your back will break.”
“I’ve slept on metal.”
“And that explains your personality.”
Kid looks toward you “Watch your mouth.”
You grin slightly “Or what Captain?”
He steps closer “You’re brave tonight.”
“I’m always brave.”
“You’re always annoying.”
You smile wider “And yet you keep me around.”
He rolls his eyes “Unfortunately.”
You pat the bed beside you “We can both sleep here.”
Kid immediately looks at the mattress, then at you “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s small.”
“There’s no space anywhere else for your giant body.”
He scoffs.
“You calling me fat?”
“No. Just built like a wall.”
“That’s still insulting.”
“You survive.”
Kid folds his arms “I’m not crushing you in my sleep.”
“You think you move around?”
“I know I do.”
You shrug “I move too.”
“That’s your argument?”
“Yes.”
He looks unconvinced.
You sigh dramatically “Kid.”
“What.”
“We’re hiding in Wano. We could die tomorrow.”
He goes quiet.
You continue softer “We should sleep properly while we can.”
Kid watches you. His expression unreadable. Then he clicks his tongue “You always say things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Things that make arguing with you annoying.”
You grin “So I win.”
“You’re confident.”
“I’m right.”
He stares a moment longer then finally “Fine.”
You smile to yourself and Kid notices “Don’t look proud.”
“I am proud.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
“You agreed.”
“I gave up.”
“Same thing.”
He mutters something under his breath and you laugh quietly.
Night comes slowly.
You lie near the wall and Kid lies beside you.
You immediately feel how close he is. Shoulder almost touching.
The room suddenly feels even smaller.
You stare at the ceiling.
“You awake?” you whisper.
“Yes.”
“You sound annoyed.”
“I’m trying to sleep.”
“You’re failing.”
“So are you.”
You smile slightly “Fair.”
Silence returns.
You turn onto your side, facing away.
The blanket shifts and the mattress moves.
Kid exhales quietly “You're taking all the blanket.”
“You take too much space.”
“You wanted this.”
“You’re loud.”
He snorts softly, making you blink in surprise “You laughed?”
“No.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Go to sleep, you're starting to imagine things.”
You smile into the pillow.
Wind taps lightly against the windows and the room becomes colder.
You pull the blanket higher but you're still cold.
You shift slightly closer without thinking and… just for warmth, just because the room is freezing.
Your shoulder brushes his arm.
Kid stays still.
You slowly glance back and he’s already looking at you.
The room feels quiet again.
“You cold?” he asks.
You hesitate “...A little.”
He says nothing, then he slowly lifts part of the blanket higher and toward you, without a word.
You blink “Thanks.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking it.”
You smile faintly.
You settle closer under the blanket and your arm brushes his again.
Kid stares at the ceiling again but his hand stays closer now, near yours.
A soft rain keeps falling, soft against the roof.
You lie still beneath the blanket, too awake to sleep and obviously too aware of how close he's beside you.
His shoulder brushes yours every time either of you moves.
You glance toward him and he's still staring at the ceiling, wide awake.
“You’re unusually quiet…” you whisper.
He grunts softly “So?”
“So it’s weird.”
“I don’t talk when I’m tired.”
“You talk loudly when you’re tired.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
Kid shifts slightly “You complain too much.”
You smile “You’re proving my point.”
He says nothing and that alone feels super strange.
You turn slightly onto your side but facing him now.
The dim light from outside barely reaches the room but enough to barely see him, with his sharp features, the scar near his eye and the tired look on his face.
“You’re really… really too quiet.” you repeat.
Kid glances toward you “What do you want me to do? Start yelling?”
“Maybe.”
“Tch.”
You smile softly as the silence comes back but this one feels different… more comfortable.
You watch the rain through the small window.
Then another thought slips out before you can stop it “Have you ever slept like this with someone?”
The second the words leave your mouth you freeze and your eyes widen “Oh my god.”
Kid looks at you.
You immediately sit up slightly “That sounded wrong.”
He raises a brow.
“I didn’t mean—” you rub your face “No, wait, that sounds worse.”
“You panic fast.”
“Because that sounded weird.”
“You always ask weird questions anyway.”
“I know.” you groan quietly “I meant sharing a bed. Like this. Sleeping. Just… just sleeping.”
You feel heat rise to your face and refuse to look at him. You stare at the blanket instead “Forget it.”
The room stays quiet way longer than expected.
You slowly glance up.
Kid is still looking at you, but he isn't laughing or teasing or smirking.
He watches you with a serious face. Then he finally answers “No.”
You blink.
His voice is quieter than ever.
“No.” he repeats.
Something about that answer makes your chest feel strange.
You start thinking and noticing the weird softness in him. Not in words… never in words with him. But in the small things, like the way he offered to sleep on the floor first, the blanket he pulled higher toward you, the way he never moved away.
It surprises you.
You relax back into the pillow “You’re different when nobody’s around.”
Kid looks back at the ceiling “Don’t say weird things.”
“It’s true.”
“You talk too much.”
You smile faintly “You don’t deny it.”
He clicks his tongue softly.
The room slowly grows quieter and your eyes become heavier.
You yawn softly and Kid glances toward you “Tired?”
“Mhm.”
“Finally.”
You close your eyes “You sound relieved.”
“I am.”
“Rude.”
“You'll survive.”
You smile weakly with your eyes closed and slowly you drift asleep.
Morning comes gently with soft light through the windows.
You stay half asleep for a moment, feeling weirdly safe and protected.
Then slowly, you realize something, so you fastly open your eyes and freeze.
Your face rests against Kid’s chest while his arm is wrapped around your waist.
Your leg tangled slightly with his.
You stare and your brain stops working completely.
You slowly lift your head and see that Kid is still asleep. His face looks softer now, less sharp.
You stay still even though you should move.
But instead you just look at him, because somehow this feels right.
The reason you slept so well is him.
His arm tightens slightly, making you freeze again.
Then his eyes slowly open. He still looks sleepy and unfocused.
He blinks once and then he notices you, the position and the closeness.
You wait for his teasing, for his sarcasm, for his annoyance.
Instead… he just looks at you quietly.
Neither of you moves and neither of you says anything.
You realize your hand rests against his chest and that you can feel his heartbeat.
Kid glances down briefly, then back to your face.
“You drool in your sleep.” he mutters.
You stare “You ruined the moment.”
“There was a moment?”
“Obviously.”
“Tch.”
You narrow your eyes “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
You don’t answer because you don't need to.
And slowly without thinking too much, you lean closer.
Kid stays still watching and waiting.
Your forehead brushes his first, then your lips meet, softly and carefully.
Different from what you expected.
Kid’s hand moves slowly against your back and the kiss deepens slightly.
When you pull back slightly you stay close and still wrapped together, warm.
Kid looks at you quietly then he mutters “You think too much.”
You smile softly “And you pretend not to.”
His arm tightens slightly around you and neither of you moves away.
