first off, i LOVE all your one piece stories. i really love how despite having more than two characters in the asks you still give each person a whole section compared to how most people tend to give each character like 3 bullet points. but you go above and beyond and its so amazing! love the way you write and how in character everyone is! Cant wait to read more in the future💚
I see your one piece requests are open but i couldnt seem to find any rules for requesting so im sorry if these arent in your guidelines.
May i request Monster trio+Law (seperate) with a s/o who HATES having other people worry about them, and ends up getting really sick to the point where standing up just makes them really lightheaded but they keep putting up a front of being alright until their body just. gives out on them?
sorry if thats way to specific! Feel free to change it up to your liking
This is so so sweet of you to say ;v; I'm always glad to write for these boys, especially Law. Sometimes it ends up being shorter, or at least several bullet points, but I couldn't just do that this time. It was truly a joy to write, and thank you for being so sweet about it!
I'm sorry this took so long to get to hun :,) but hopefully it's still something you'd wanna read! It ended up being kind of a mini-fic per character because I do love a good sick fic. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you again <3
Word Count: 3,466
Luffy:
You knew you were sick, but you ignored it until it got far worse than you anticipated. Everything hurt, and it was near impossible to hide the wobbling on your legs when you’d stand up. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) Luffy wasn’t exactly the most perceptive guy. But you did know he worries, and that’s the last thing you want. Even though he’d been your boyfriend for a few months, the stubbornness of refusing help wasn’t exactly making it easy to tell him something was wrong.
Besides, Luffy was the last person you wanted to know you were sick. He mattered to you, and that just meant that the stubbornness you felt was only growing stronger. Despite how obvious it was to Chopper, Luffy had absolutely no idea. And you even refused CHOPPER’S help. Brushing it off, and moving on was all you planned to do. Today was different though…it was so much worse than how it started out.
Outwardly, you looked pissed. It ended up attracting the attention of your boyfriend, and you almost didn’t notice him crouched down in front of your chair. His brow was furrowed, and he sat there silently as if to encourage you to talk. Even his cheeks started to turn red, trying and failing to figure out what had gotten you so upset. When you didn’t respond, he poked your cheek.
You huffed, trying to ignore the fact that your head was pounding. “Yeah Luffy?” The tone was entirely off, it sounded almost breathless. But you cleared your throat, intent on making this as unobvious as possible. “Sorry, got distracted. Need something?” Your words were strained, and it only seemed to make him pout.
“Yeah. Why are you all upset?” His concerned look was enough to make you double down. You’d already made him worry about you, and you didn’t want to make it even worse.
“Oh!” You said, waving your hand dismissively. “Just thinking about the next island we’re going to.” A small laugh, and you continued, “I wonder if there’s any strong people you’re gonna have to fight there.” You laughed some more, and had to bite your tongue in an attempt to cover up your cough. “But anyways, let’s go-” As you tried to stand, you trembled and would have fallen to the ground if Luffy hadn’t acted fast and caught you.
He looked shocked, and then his entire face was shrouded in worry. “Huh!? What’s wrong?” His eyes were wide, and he picked you up into his arms. “Chopper, Chopper…” He mumbled quickly, looking around to see your crew’s doctor in a frenzy. “When did you get all sick like that?” He sounded baffled, and wasn’t about to let you walk on your own.
“Luffy! It’s not that bad! Set me down!” You huffed, trying to push yourself out of his arms. Even if your body wasn’t immensely weakened from being sick, you knew you couldn’t outmatch Luffy in terms of strength. Especially not with how determined he looked right now. “I-I just got dizzy, it’s fine!” You pleaded, not stopping your struggling for even a second.
He entirely ignored you, running to the med bay in hopes Chopper would be there. “It’s not fine, you almost fell over!” He protested, and slammed the door open, effectively scaring Chopper as he worked.
The reindeer’s eyes were wide, but registered it was just you two. “Is something wrong? Did they get hurt?” He rushed, looking at you as Luffy knelt down to put you at his level.
“They’re sick! Like super sick they almost fell!” Luffy rushed out the words, and set you down on the table while keeping his arms wrapped around you. “And don’t say you’re not!” He whined at you, looking at you with a pleading expression.
“I promise, it’s not that bad. You guys are worrying over nothing.” You huffed, but you saw Luffy’s expression when you spoke. It halted your protests, and made you hesitate long enough for Chopper to take your temperature.
Luffy looked more serious than you’d seen him in a long time. Not since the last battle he was in. “Stop.” Was all he said, and admittedly…you did. “I don’t care if you say it’s not bad. I’m your boyfriend so I care.” He was being entirely honest, and it almost made you feel bad for making him worry…which was what made you do it in the first place. To AVOID making him worry…but apparently you’d only done the opposite.
You sighed, and nodded at him reluctantly. It made his expression soften just a bit. “Of course I wanna protect you. So stop.” He bumped his forehead against yours to really make you look at him. “Let me help sometimes.” His words were softer, but he still looked entirely worried. It was clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and he really did have your best interests at heart.
“...fine. But only sometimes.” You grumbled, and tried and failed to smile seeing just how happy those words made him.
He snickered, and nodded at you. “Or all the time.”
“Absolutely not.”
Zoro:
Zoro seemed to know pretty often when something was wrong, and even liked to tease you about it from time to time. But this was the first time you’d truly gotten sick while you were dating. He seemed to want to mess with you, but couldn’t grasp why you weren’t asking for help. It was almost like a test, for him to see when you’d come to him. He wanted you to know he was always there for you, but you didn’t seem to want to ask for help in any variety. Even when the situation was as bad as this one.
You stayed unaware that he knew you were sick, and genuinely thought you were playing it off pretty well. His expression was often pretty stoic, so you paid no mind to it while he observed you at dinner. His eyes were on you the whole time, and you talked with the crew and him while you ate. Admittedly, you lingered in the kitchen even after everyone else but you two had left. It would be really embarrassing if you fell in front of Zoro.
But you knew how light headed you were, and tried to brush it off. “I’m pretty full, I’m gonna stay here for a bit, I know you wanna get back to training.” You said with a small laugh. But he didn’t seem to find it amusing. He sat in silence, and it made you squirm in your seat. “Zoro? What’s wrong?” Your brow furrowed, and you tried to see if something was bothering him.
It seemed to agitate him, and he responded back without hesitation. “I’m supposed to ask you that.” He huffed, and walked over to your chair to pull it out slightly. It let him lean closer, hand on the back of the chair as he glared at you. Even if it wasn’t threatening, it was still intimidating. “So…what’s wrong?” He asked, but it caught you off guard.
“W-huh? Nothing’s wrong, what do you mean?” Your eyes widened, and it seemed that he knew for a fact you were sick. But how did he know? You were covering it up so well! “I’m just full from dinner, so I’m gonna sit back for a bit.” Even though you knew you sounded unsure of your own words, and it was obvious he saw right through it.
He only raised an eyebrow, silent as he waited for you to tell him the truth. When several moments passed without you backing down, he leaned back. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood a couple steps away from your chair. “Fine. Then stand up.” His words made it entirely obvious he knew why you weren’t standing up.
But you glared at him instead, huffing with a “fine, I will!” before making your failed attempt to stand. You thought you might be able to stand for a few moments, but your entire body seemed to shut down at once. Before your knees could hit the ground, he shot his arm out and caught you. He lifted you effortlessly, and sat you back down on the chair.
“Don’t lie to me. You know I hate that. So why did you?” He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not going to put up with any more lies. “If you were sick, you just needed to say so.” He let out an unamused huff, and pressed his hand to your forehead. He clicked his tongue when he felt just how high your fever had gotten.
“I just…hate asking for help. And I don’t wanna worry anyone.” You mumbled a bit sheepishly, but glared when he rolled his eyes at you.
“The hell kind of a boyfriend do you think I am?” He snarked, but his tone had far less of an edge now than it had before. “Ask for help. It’s not that hard.” He trailed his hand from your forehead to rest on your cheek. It was both meant to be comforting, and a way to make sure you were listening. “I’ll worry even if you don’t say anything, so just save some energy and tell me about those things.”
Your eye twitched when he said asking for help wasn’t hard. Oh yeah, because Zoro asks for help all the time. He definitely doesn’t take on everything in the world alone out of stubbornness, that doesn’t sound like him at all. You almost smirked at your own internal sarcasm, but his expression made you sigh and answer him.
“I know, I know. I’ll…try. I make no promises, but I’ll try.”
He seemed content with the answer, and lifted you into his arms. He headed to the med bay, and refused to let you talk your way out of it. But…at least he cared. And maybe it won’t be so hard to ask for help in the future.
Sanji:
You could tell Sanji was starting to get suspicious. It was little things here and there at first, not eating as much or even refusing dinner all together. While it upset him, he tried to assure you he takes everything into account when he cooks. Other than that, your smile seemed forced. He knew you well enough to know it wasn’t something he did, or you’d be a lot harsher than a polite “I’m just not hungry” here and there. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
But when he leaned in to kiss you goodnight, you brushed him away slightly. “Sorry, I’m just not up for kisses right now…” You mumbled, but you could see the gears turning in his eyes. You gulped, hoping he wouldn’t find you out so soon. “It’s nothing, just a lot on my mind, you know?” You laughed softly, but he never unwrapped his arms from around your waist to let you put any distance between you.
You saw the moment it all clicked. “You’re sick?” He mumbled, almost sounding depressed. “How did I not know? Why didn’t you tell me?” It hurt you at just how hurt HE sounded. “Is there anything I can do?” He instantly asked, practically pleading for you to confide in him.
“N-No, it’s nothing serious, really. I’m not even that sick.” You laughed, trying to downplay just how awful you felt. Even now, you’d only been standing for a few minutes and it felt like your body would shut down at any second. But after you unwrapped his arms from your waist (much to his dismay) you took a step back. “It’s alright, really. I’ll be fine after I get a good rest in.” You tried to sound convincing, but it looked entirely like he wasn’t buying it.
…especially not after your legs finally gave out. He leaped into action, and prevented you from hitting the floor. “It’s NOT nothing. Clearly!” But all that was on his face was worry…he wanted you to be safe, and it was clear he was beating himself up that it took him this long to notice. “Come on, we’re going to see Chopper.” He said, leaving no room for arguments as he lifted you carefully into his arms.
“Sanji, really. It’s not that bad.” You said, but both of you were now aware it truly was. “I just…didn’t want you to worry. I can handle this on my own, okay?” You pleaded, but didn’t have the strength anymore to try and break out of his grasp.
It made him pause, looking down at you with a mixture of adoration and concern. “You might be able to handle it alone, but you don’t have to.” His words were soft, and he hugged you closer to his chest. “I know you don’t like to ask for help, but is it really asking for it if I give it to you anyways?” He tilted his head, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to help. I’ll only worry more if you DON’T tell me when something’s wrong. So just promise to tell me, okay?”
You huffed, conflicting emotions washing over your face. He waited, not pushing any further until you said something. “I hate worrying people. I don’t always need help.” You grumbled, but your resolve nearly crumbled when you saw that look on his face. Like a kicked puppy that just wanted to be paid attention to. It made you sigh, and you lightly punched his chest as he cradled you against it.
He let out a playful “ow” before giving you a warm smile. “It’s hard to have people worried about you, but it’s not always a bad thing. It just means that those people care, and want you to be happy and healthy.” Sanji sighed dramatically, “But if you won’t ask for help, maybe I’ll just have to worry about you at all times. Even when there’s nothing to worry about.” He hummed, aiming to relieve some tension of the situation.
“Do not ever start doing that.” You glared up at him, but it only seemed to make him laugh.
“On the condition that you start telling me when you need help.” He grinned wide, knowing for a fact that he’d won this fight.
“...Maybe.” You said, but sighed when he refused to take another step or even say anything else. “Fine.”
It made him beam at you, pressing another kiss to your forehead as he walked you to the med bay. “That’s good enough for now.” He chuckled, and you wondered if you really could hold true to your promise.
But if it meant not making him worry all the time, it was certainly worth a try.
Law:
You were…practically avoiding your boyfriend. If he saw how sick you’d gotten, you’d never hear the end of it. You tried to play it off, saying you wanted to read or write when he asked to spend time together. You knew it was wrong, but kept your time together at a short distance, often only whenever other crewmates were around. But he was a DOCTOR, and there was no doubt in your mind he’d lecture you on letting him take care of the situation.
Though today he seemed to have had enough of the avoidance game. You yelped when he cornered you after dinner. Your eyes immediately darted around to see if there was any chance of avoiding the situation even more. But he seemed to know your train of thought, and grabbed your chin between his fingers. While he initially did it to make you look at him, he ended up tilting your head in a few different directions.
“Swollen throat glands, glazed eyes from a fever, anything else?” He spoke confidently, and you swatted his hand off your chin. He didn’t falter, and instead sighed before gently pressing his hand against your forehead.
“Law!” You whined in protest, but his piercing look at you made you pause. “I’m not really that sick, it’s not bad at all. Probably just a cold.” You said, shifting uncomfortably as he gave you the quickest assessment of your life. “How did you even know?” You pouted, hating that he almost immediately figured out every symptom you had. It was clear it would happen eventually, but he seemed to know even before he cornered you!
“Because I’m both a doctor and your boyfriend. Of course I knew what was wrong. You’ve been avoiding me for nearly four days, and it seems that was only because you knew you were getting sick.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm to start leading you back to his office. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears, and he continued to practically drag you there.
“Law it’s not-” Your breath hitched, letting out a soft yelp as your legs gave out beneath you.
He anticipated it, and spun around to catch you. “Not that bad? Was that really what you were about to say?” He grumbled, but lifted you without accepting any protesting from your end. “Stop being so stubborn, I’m going to treat you rather whether you want me to or not.” There was a blend of concern and irritation in his voice, and he gave you a weak glare before continuing his walk back to the office.
“You’re the one being stubborn!” You huffed, but it truly was both of you.
Your stubbornness to refuse help, and his stubbornness for not accepting your claims. You both knew you were sicker than you should be, especially more than if you would have just gotten help on the first day. But you didn’t want to back down, you didn’t need his help and of all the people in the world…Law was the one you wanted to worry the least.
“I’m fine, okay? Just put me down. I don’t need help with this, come on!” You huffed, but your words were breathless. It wasn’t quite hard to breathe, but any amount of motion seemed to make you grow exhausted. And you truly had been pushing yourself harder than you needed to, just in a now failed attempt to cover up that you were sick.
“Yeah, sure. You’re fine.” He seemed frustrated, but not with you. More so with himself. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to confront you about it.” He grimaced, finally reaching his office and setting you down on the table. One intense look from him had you halt your plans to step off the table. “Don’t go anywhere.” The tone in his voice left no room for protests, and you reluctantly obeyed.
“You’re just lucky it didn’t get even worse.” He glared as he examined you, but even you knew it wasn’t that he was angry at you. He was frustrated he didn’t help you sooner. “When did you plan to tell me?” His voice was quiet, and he pulled back enough to properly look at your expression.
“...when I got better.” You mumbled, feeling like a child who just got in trouble at school. “I just didn’t want you to worry.” You continued when he scoffed, and it made you glare at him weakly for finding any semblance of amusement or astonishment at the situation you’d put him in.
When he saw your expression he sighed, flicking your forehead. “Being sick isn’t what worries me.” He said, cupping your cheek in one of his hands. “Being avoided so I can’t help you is what worries me.” His words were soft and genuine, and as you looked at him he continued. “I’m a doctor, people get sick all the time. I may have worried if you were slightly sick, but of all the people in the world, you KNOW I can help.” He sighed, and his thumb stroked your cheek softly.
“I know you don’t like asking for help.” He trailed off, seemingly trying to find the right words to say. “But I also know that asking for help with something like this isn’t worse than suffering alone.” Law leaned back, taking in your expression. “So let me help next time. Especially if you’re sick.” It wasn’t up for debate, and it was clear that he wasn’t about to listen to you protest.
You wanted to, you really did. But maybe it was the exhaustion taking over that made it hard to vocalize it. “Alright…” You mumbled, and while conflicted, he at least looked pleased with the answer. As much as asking for help sucked, you knew when you were wrong. He worried because you didn’t ask for help, he worried because you didn’t want him to. So if it would help keep him happy, you’d confide in him when something was wrong.
Even if it took some time to get used to…
