(Because I’m having a hard time right now and gifs cheer me up)
Cat Burglar Nami:
She gets it. She knows that you just need someone to cry to. She’ll hug you and give you advice or just let you rant until you’re satisfied.
Donquixote Corazon:
He’ll listen to you and give you small signs of affection when you get overwhelmed. He’ll gently urge you to continue so you feel better.
Dracule Mihawk:
Another great listener and, when you’re done venting, his small gestures speak volumes. He’ll even say ‘I love you,’ which is rarely said verbally.
Issho (Fujitora):
He can hear the desperation in your voice and tries to keep you calm. When he hears your sobs, he turns more affectionate.
Portgas D. Ace:
Immediately pulls you into a hug and lets you cry it out. Once you’re calm, he’ll talk with you and keeps you close.
Roronoa Zoro:
He’s not good at this comfort thing but, seeing you so upset, his instinct is to pull you close and just rub your back. Whether you vent or not, he’ll be quiet.
Could you please do a scenario with Kidd, Killer, Law, Corazon, and Doflamingo where their girlfriend (or a family member) has Asperger syndrome and how they interact with her? You can have it in their perspective if it makes it easier for you. Thanks.
(I hope I did your request justice and that I didn’t offend anyone. I tried to research this to be accurate. I alternated family member and girlfriend. She/Her pronounsd.)
Eustass Kid: (Sister) He thought she was weird when they were younger. She never talked when they were in public but, when she did, he wanted to drag her away because she would focus on one subject and not move from it. His patience was short with her but, as he’s gotten older, his temper is quick to calm down around her. Now is one of those times were he was grateful for her intense focus.
He leaned his head on his palm as he watched her tinker with his arm, a screwdriver in her hand as she opened another panel and tightened the screws. She voiced what she was doing and what piece did what in his arm. It was more of a one sided conversation but they both were used to it. He flexed his fingers, earning a glare from her, although she didn’t meet his eyes.
“Don’t. The rivets will pop out.” He hummed as she disabled his finger usage.
“Rivets? I don’t know what that is.” A groan came up the back of his throat as she went into the history of rivets and all the properties they help in. As he stared at his sister, obviously ignoring her ranting, he couldn’t help but think about their childhood. She was obviously different and she was constantly tortured but he had a violent older brother. He was unrelenting to her abusers especially when the insult they used was to call her ‘stupid.’ His blood boiled even now. Just because she didn’t know about social cues or conversations does not mean she’s stupid. He heard a final click and snapped out of his thoughts before losing his temper and watched as she tightened the screws on the panel. He stretched his fingers and turned his arm over.
He looked at her and ruffled her hair in the middle of her explanation on how to keep it clean, making her whine in protest and slapping his hand away. Did he mention that they shared the same temper? Because they do.
Killer: (Girlfriend) Surprisingly (yet also not surprisingly), he was able to deal with his girlfriend’s condition fairly easily. He had experience with Kid as his captain so, again, easy for the masked man. He had found her little quirks endearing and found a way to make it work for both of them. She wasn’t used to eye contact so his mask made it so much easier for her to speak with him. The crew was usually avoided for the violent tendencies so she only really had to speak with the crew. Even if there was a need to talk to a stranger, Killer always stepped in and finished the conversation or chased them away.
He actually liked when she would tell him her new obsession, actually enjoying her long talks even if they were one-sided. She was extremely smart as well so it was almost difficult for him to keep up but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
He sat on a rooftop with her, watching her fiddle with a book that was on her lap. The small town they docked at was just a supply refill but she had found interest in the history and immediately asked to go find a book about the history of it. Of course, he couldn’t say ‘no’ to her.
“The town is known for it’s lumber. Did you know that?” He hummed and leaned back on his hands, looking at her.
“No, dear.”
“Well, it is. It also is known for its glass windows and glass carvings.” He would answer every couple seconds to let her know he was listening, although he wasn’t even sure if she was listening. All he took pride in was that she was meeting his eyes through the mask and that was enough for him.
Trafalgar Law: (Cousin) As a child, he didn’t really understand why she acted the way she did. He found her…. weird. Of course, he was a child and it was actually his father who had diagnosed her and told Law how to interact with her. They lost contact for years until he decided to look for her. She was the only family he had left if he believed the rumors. He did find her.
For him, it seemed like her condition worsened and he tried to find ways to ‘fix’ her. It dawned on him after she explained a rather complicated surgery to him that she wasn’t broken at all. There was nothing to fix. Her social cues were off but her intelligence and physical movements were beyond perfect. He had to suck his pride in and apologize to her, admitting that he was wrong in trying to find treatment that she didn’t need.
He treated her like anyone else on his crew, although still fiercely protective of his only family member. He watched over her shoulder as she finished stitching up a slash on Bepo’s paw and listened as she voiced out medical terms and the procedure. Of course, Bepo looked a bit green at her explanation but Law would sneak in some words of affirmation.
When Bepo had scampered out of the room, Law looked at (Y/N) and help up a medical book. “I got this for you. Its got a new technique that you’d find interesting.” Without a word, she took the book and plopped down on one of the waiting chairs, not blinking an eye when Law sat down next to her. She was possibly smarter than he was but he wouldn’t admit it, of course.
Donquixote (Corazon) Rosinante: (Wife) Oh, how he loved her. He was the one that expressed it mostly but he knew that she loved him as well. With his words, she reciprocated with a small pat on the back of the hand or her attempt at connecting eyes. It was adorable to him. He had to protect her from his brother, fearful that he would use her. He knew that his wife was much more intelligent than the average person. maybe even smarter, so to keep her away was the best he could do.
His heart twisted in agony when he had to tell the rest of the ‘family’ that his wife was nothing special and couldn’t be helpful to their cause. He endured the mocking of having ‘a useless wife’ after that but would face his wife and apologize, almost in tears. She wouldn’t understand his tears but would quietly pat his fingers, her own way of calming him. When he came back, covered in soot and cuts, he had already been sat down and (Y/N) was dealing with it. As she brushed soot away from his face and the cuts, her voice remained constant as she wiped his cheek with a napkin.
“You’ll get infected one day and have a bigger problem. Bacteria can manifest itself and cause this scratch to become a wound-”
“Yes, darling.” He grinned as she briefly peaked at his face but continued her, what he called, ‘lesson.’ As he gazed at her face, a soft smile lifted his lips, watching her lips continue to spout about bacteria and taking care of infections. Yes, he loved her oh so very much and he was honored that she had chosen him.
Donquixote Doflamingo: (”Sister”) He didn’t really think much of her when she was first brought to him. He first smirked at the way her eyes darted around the room instead of meeting anyone’s eyes, he had thought it was fear. He was surprised, which rarely happened anyway, when she interrupted Diamante’s explanation of her. She pointed to the corners of the room, clearly stating which walls had faulty foundation and how one could attack the room. Doflamingo caught Diamante’s eyes and smirked to himself, finding her intriguing already.
That’s how she became their tactician. He had called her his sister because in his words: “She’s as smart as I am so why shouldn’t she be?” She quickly found herself within their group and, even though they knew nothing about her, she was an important part of the ‘family.’ Doflamingo sat in his chair with a leg crossed over the other as one of the executives expressed the plan of attack for a new kingdom. He didn’t even glance at the map as he tilted his head to the side to look at (Y/N), who was sitting next to the window and glancing out.
“(Y/N), any faults you found?” There was a scrape of a chair and soft footsteps stepped closer to the table. Her finger pressed against the map and a foolproof plan escaped her lips in rapid succession that corrected the problems of the first plan and made the ones in the room have to take extensive notes.
“There are plenty of ways to avoid this army if you just looked at the map correctly.” She brushed back her hair before turning her head a bit in Doflamingo’s direction. His wide grin was on his face as he nodded back to her seat.
“That’s my girl. I’ll get you a treat.” She groaned and looked back out the window.
“I am not a dog. I want cake.” He snickered and looked back at the men in front of him, smirking.
