They Look For You To Cuddle!
Featuring: Shanks, Luffy, Law, Ace, Koby, Corazon
Author Note: Just all my husbands in one 😌
Shanks x Navigator! Reader
Song: He’s My Man — Luvcat
Shanks was never one to sleep without you. Even when you two were on the Oro Jackson and Buggy would tease him endlessly for sliding into your bed late at night.
So when he woke up without you in his arms— arm, really— Shanks started to panic.
The room was a mess in minutes, searching everywhere you could possibly be, under the blankets, under the bed, under the table, in the cabinets, everywhere. Then he started to take his search outside your shared bedroom.
You on the other hand, had been bothered by this map for the past two days. The original maker had failed to draw the axis lines correctly, making anyone who used it go northwest instead of north.
You’d been redrawing the map in your spare time, including tonight.
Only your work went on longer than you expected, and exhaustion caught you in its clutches.
Which is why you were now face first on the workbench, drool starting to fall, leaking down into the map.
By now Shanks had searched the medic room, the crows nest, above and below deck, and the engine room.
Why would you be in any of those? Well, besides the crows nest. You were up there quite often, scaring Shanks to death.
Almost like a lightbulb went off in his head, Shanks tiptoed to the navigation room. The room filled to the brim with maps, paper, and ink. The door creaked open, Shanks poked his head through, spotting your hunched form over the table.
He sighed, fully stepping into the room, he leaves you off the table, turning the chair to face him. He slid his arm under you, lifting you against his broad chest. You stirred, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs straddling his hips.
“Uncomfortable?” He cooed into your ear, you nodded, face buried in the crook of his neck. This reminded you of the countless other times Shanks’ carried you to bed, when you two were much younger— sure— but he’d always find you in the same spot if you weren’t in your own bed, or with him.
Shanks carried you back to your— his— room, plopping you on the bed, gently. He took his place directly over you, head resting on your chest, you could feel him trying to have both arms around you; his right arm snaking around your waist, while his stub rested comfortably on the side of your waist, your legs were tangled together.
Shanks needed every bit of him in contact with you, even at the cost of suffocating you. That was what you signed up for when you two became a proper couple, endless nights of love and cuddles.
Song: Head Over Heels — Tears for Fears
Getting to be on the Sunny was the best thing to ever happen to you, after Luffy showed you what it meant to be truly free.
You two had been attached to the hip ever since.
You’d put your mechanical skills to the use, welding any pipe leaks and screwing the engine. You also loved working with Franky, he was the best father figure you could ask for.
Sure you had your own bunk in the girls cabin, but you preferred a habitat you were familiar with.
Which is why most nights you stuffed yourself into a cabinet in the engine room, the hums and heat of the metal lulling you to sleep better than any rocking wave or sea salt breeze.
Your captain was a huge cuddle bug. Which you’d learned the hard way after you woke with Luffy fully wrapped around you, and you meant fully, thanks to the gum-gum fruit.
Unfortunately for Luffy, during the nights you stayed in the engine room he could never find you, leading him to sulk back to his room like a kicked puppy.
But after a particularly rough night, the unusual nightmares that every so often plagued his mind, got the best of him. Luffy was more determined to find you this time.
He instantly knew where you were, how had he not thought of this earlier?
Luffy bursted through the door of the engine room, “(Name)!” He called out to you. You hummed, poking your head out of your hiding spot. Luffy bounded over, hopping into the cabinet with you.
You laughed at Luffy’s antics while he tried to get comfortable, his body bending in positions not possible for a normal human. Probably because he wasn’t a normal human.
He was your captain after all.
He rested his head in your chest, placing your legs on either side of him, coiling his arms around you. There was hardly enough space for the two of you in the small cabinet, yet Luffy made it his mission to fit in there with you.
And you knew Luffy was determined.
Finally you both got comfortable, Luffy not moving a muscle, out cold. You ran your hand through his hair, smiling to yourself about your idiot captain.
You could get used to sharing your private space with Luffy.
Song: Glue Song — beabadoobee
Law was never one to admit that he needed you beside him to sleep.
Always staying beside him during the long nights without needed to be asked. And Law wouldn’t habe it any other way.
As long as none of the crew find out. Especially Ikkaku, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo…
But after a fatal attack from an opposing pirate crew had you locked in the engine room all day and night.
Leaving Law pacing around his own room, wondering when you’d return.
Once the clock hit 1:30 am, Law set out to find you. Feet quiet, eyes fierce. Any crew member that saw him didn’t dare interact, didn’t even wave, or look at him for that matter.
Law now stood before the engine room that you had encased yourself in.
He’d complain that you were over working yourself, but Law knew that he was no better.
The door opened with a creek, slamming behind him. He began his search through the maze of pipes.
Law tried his best to avoid the soot and oil that seemed to always adorn your skin, though despite his best efforts, the mess still found him.
After turning left and left and right then left, he was lost.
Law had no idea that the room was this big.
He was so close to giving up. But the only thing that kept him going was finding you so he could sleep. And because you knew the way out of this hellhole.
Law backed up, bumping into a pipe.
And he was no engineer, but he knew that pipes were firm. And metal.
Law whipped around, finding you.
You were on the side of the pipe, arms and legs wrapped tightly around the warm metal like a koala. Drool starting to slip from your mouth.
Law let out a sigh of relief, he poked your cheek, causing you to stir, “Law…?” You mumbled, your mouth now dry. “Yeah it’s me,” he spoke softly, placing his hand on your head, “we need to get out of here.”
You nodded, prying yourself off the pipe. Suddenly clinging to Law the same way you did to the metal.
Law accepted his fate, as long as you led him out of there. Your head was resting on his shoulder; whispering directions into his ear, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his hands were firmly holding your thighs.
Law was able to walk back to his room after exiting the engine room, swearing that he’d never enter that room ever again. You were back to sleeping, Law didn’t dare wake you, knowing that you’d been overworking yourself, and knowing that the thing you both needed most right now was a good nights rest.
Law laid on his bed, pulling the covers over you both. You sighed, muscles relaxing after sleeping uncomfortably like that for a prolonged time. Law ran his hand through your hair, feeling a sense of ease to have you in his arms once more.
The person that means most to him.
Song: Love Me Harder — Ariana Grande & The Weeknd
Night abord the Moby Dick was quiet, and Ace was… cold?
He sat upright, rubbing his eyes. His vision coming into focus, though he didn’t need to see to know that you weren’t beside him.
Despite being a literal human heater, Ace needed your warmth at night to lull him to sleep properly.
Ever since Ace joined the crew at 17, you were the one stopping Ace from trying to kill Whitebeard— by any means necessary— somehow in between all of that you two became close, and Ace started relying on you for a good night sleep.
Though that wasn’t hard with his narcolepsy.
Nonetheless, Ace trudged out of bed, tumbling around to look for you. The moon illuminated the deck, you wouldn’t be in the crows nest, and you weren’t an engineer, so Ace first checked in the Med-room, where you spent most of the days cooped in; taking care of the dumb crew mates— in Ace’s eyes— who get injured— on purpose, also in Ace’s opinion— and steal you away from him.
Ace started to grow irritated, pacing all over the ship. The waves rocking it as per usual. Only he realized that the door to the captains room was open.
At first you’d fallen asleep with Ace in your arms, where he so desperately wanted to be, but you started having strange dreams. Nightmares really. That everyone you loved started getting sick, a sickness you didn’t know the cure for.
The crew would beg you to help them, clawing at you for a cure. Then it’d change to Ace, Marco, Whitebeard and so many others dead at your feet. You woke with a start, Ace still sleeping like a rock beside you.
You slipped out of bed, stumbling over to Whitebeard’s room. You opened the door, Whitebeard, the man you considered to be your father, was awake at his desk. He turned to face you, “What’s wrong, my daughter?” You couldn’t get any words out, tears streaming down your face.
He held you close until you fell asleep. Which is where you still are, in his arms as he worked.
Ace swung open the door, “Old man—” “Shh, you’ll wake her up.” Whitebeard turned in his seat, revealing you to Ace, cutting him off before he could say another word.
Ace rushed over to you, taking you into his arms. You leaned into his warmth, and Ace smiled to himself. “What happened?” He whispered, “A nightmare, stress getting to her.” Whitebeard turned back to his work.
Ace carried you back to his room, laying you down on the bed once more, “Ace…?” You stirred. Ace pulled you close to him, his warmth engulfing you, “I’m right here, firefly.” He kissed the top of your head.
You fell back into your slumber, the nightmares no longer haunting you. Ace made sure to hold you extra close that night.
Koby x Vice Admiral! Reader
Song: Lover Girl — Laufey
You’d been filling out paperwork all day, Garp kept handing you more and more every hour. To the point you thought he was giving you his own load of paperwork.
You’d stayed up for three days straight, Koby checked in every now and then. Even though you swore up and down that you were taking care of yourself, he knew deep down that you weren’t.
The moon rose on another sleepless night, you just finished signing your name on another piece of paper, your hand cramping, your fifth cup of coffee on the corner of your desk.
You could feel your head bobbing, your grip on the pen loosening, the world fading to black.
Your head hit the table. Hard.
Koby started to grow weary, he’d voiced his concerns to Garp. Without explicitly stating that you two were together. Not only would it be a humiliation ritual, but also wrong on both your sides; in the eyes of the Marines.
Grap could only tell Koby that he’d try to get you home. ‘Home’ being the one you two shared together.
Koby made his way back to your office, he knocked on the door once. Twice. Three times.
Koby peeked his head through the door, freezing as he saw you hunched over your desk. Your cheek was pressed into the paper, stacks upon stacks surrounded you; your pen still in your hand, leaking ink on the desk.
Koby stepped forward, knowing exactly which floor board to avoid making a sound from the countless times that he’d snuck into your office before. He found himself beside you.
He stood there for a moment, pondering how he’d get you out of your office and home. He glanced around the room, spotting the couch leaning against the wall.
It was hypothetically big enough to fit the both of you, and he could hypothetically carry you there, and he hypothetically wanted to cuddle with you.
Okay, maybe that last one wasn’t a hypothetical.
But he starved to hold you again after three long nights without you. He lifted you from the chair, hands under your thighs, your head rested on his shoulder.
Koby laid back on the couch, you on top of him, your legs entangled, his arms wrapped around your waist. You took in a deep breath of his scent, encouraging you to relax further.
“We’ll get caught…” you mumbled into his shirt, voice muffled, “I can go lock the door.” Koby tried to stand, but you grabbed the fabric of his shirt, keeping him under you, “No, don’t go…” you whined.
You fell back asleep listening to Koby’s racing heart, lying over him on the couch. Koby took a moment to glance over all your features, like it was the first time seeing you, his eyes grew heavy; finally giving into sleep.
Song: Out Of Touch — Daryl Hall & John Oates
Corazon had spent another late night in his office noting things for his mission with the Marines.
Because it kept him away from you.
Corazon let out a long sigh, flipping through pages and pages of his notes and evidence against his own family.
All he wanted to do was go home, smoke a cigarette and love you.
His beautiful wife and partner in crime.
Cora gave up trying to work, closing the notebook and placing it into a secret compartment in his desk.
He used his devil fruit ability to make himself silent. Slipping through the halls like a ghost, striding through the streets and finally stopping in front of his cosy little home.
You’d chosen it, after all it was only until he’d finished the mission. Then you’d leave this rotten island, going far far away, buy a real home; far away from others, grow old together, raise a cat or two, hell maybe you’d be able to give Law the life he deserves.
When Corazon opened the door he was greeted with darkness, only the dim candle lights in the living room shone.
Corazon leaned in the door way, taking in the sight before him.
You were lying on the couch, Law curled on top against your chest. Cora felt his heart clench, he clutched the fabric of his shirt just over where his heart rested in his body.
Just looking at you two sleeping, Corazon wished he could run away with you both then and there. Unfortunately he had a job to complete.
He felt your eyes on him. Cora raised his head, seeing you reach out to him. “You’re back.” You smiled. Cora raised your hand, bringing it to his lips. “You two look like a family.” He whispered, lips brushing your knuckles as he spoke.
You moved your hand, cupping his cheek. He crouched beside you, your thumb caressed his cheek bone, Corazon melted with your touch.
He wanted this moment to last forever.
You pulled him closer by his collar, bringing him down to you on the couch. Cora now lied under you, his arms around your waist as you still held Law close to your chest.
This. This was something Corazon could get used to. This is was Corazon looked forward to at the end of the day.
You asleep in his arms. The boy he saved, his son, your son.
The little life Corazon never meant to build, but had quickly become his world.
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