Their reaction to you tugging/pulling them by the belt.
𝓬haracters : Ace, Sabo, Shanks, Marco.
༯ gn reader / fluff / suggestive / drabble / unestablished relationship
AN : woah nala posted again in the same week.. i hope u enjoyy
ACE was being stubborn, ridiculously stubborn. No matter what you said, it rolled right off him as his boots kept carrying him toward the dock, every step sounding more certain than the last.
He finally looked over his shoulder, just enough for that familiar, lopsided grin to flash your way. “What?” he laughed. “I’ll be quick.”
You stepped in front of him before he could take another stride, he couldn’t be trusted. “What are you gonna do?” You murmured, slightly tilting your head back to catch his eyes.
He shrugged, trying to sidestep you. “C’mon, don’t worry so—“
Your finger hooked through the front of his belt. The leather caught against your knuckle as you gave one sharp tug.
He stumbled a half step forward before stopping short, barely a breath away from you. Your hand stayed hooked there, keeping him exactly where he was.
His grin vanished, his lips slightly parted as he let out a soundless gasp.
“Answer me.” you asked again, your eyes locking onto his, “What are you gonna do?”
Ace’s brain, usually so quick with some sort of comeback lost every bit of tease he had left. He could feel your hand curled around his belt dangerously close. Could feel the slight tension every time either of you breathed.
Close enough that if either of you leaned even the slightest bit farther.. His heart kicked hard against his ribs. Ace’s eyes dropped for the briefest second to your hand, then to your face.
He swallowed, hard. “I.. I uh..” It was a lost cause, he could barely manage low breaths trying to think.
One of your eyebrows lifted, genuinely confused by his expression.
Finally, he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, suddenly finding the dock incredibly interesting. “I’m..” He cleared his throat. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”
You searched his face another moment before finally giving a slow nod, satisfied. “Okay.” Your finger slipped free from his belt, the pressure slowly easing.
It should’ve been a relief.
“Be safe,” you said, the irritation in your voice softening just enough to sound like concern.
Ace realized you were still standing close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from you. Neither of you moved a single inch.
He knew he should say something clever. Instead, all he managed was another awkward nod before scratching the back of his head with a sheepish laugh.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He turned to leave, thankful you couldn’t see the grin threatening to spread across his face.
…He really, really liked that.
SABO stood beside you in the middle of the hall, but his mind had drifted far away.
His gaze remained fixed somewhere beyond the carpet floor, unfocused despite being open. Every few seconds his brow would knit, only to smooth again as another possibility crossed his mind. One hand rested thoughtfully against his chin, his thumb absently brushing over the corner of his mouth.
“Sabo.” You murmured, wondering if your words were hitting deaf ears.
His eyes shifted slightly, though not toward you. They remained distant, quietly tracing an invisible thing only he could see.
A quiet sigh escaped you. You reached forward without another word, hooking a finger through the front of his belt before giving a firm tug.
Sabo’s body obeyed before his thoughts did.
His next step caught awkwardly, momentum carrying him back just enough to stop him short. Instinct steadied his footing almost immediately, but the sudden pull shattered the careful thread he’d been following.
“Hm?” His attention caught all at once, the careful thread of thought he’d been following unraveled the instant the tug interrupted his stride.
You let out a baffled huff. “Are you listening now?”
He blinked, eyes finally dropping to the hand that had pulled him. Then slowly lifted to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitched into the smallest smile— this was a first.
“Well,” he murmured, a quiet chuckle escaping him, “it certainly worked.”
A faint flush of embarrassment crossed his face as the realization settled in. “I wasn’t ignoring you.” He exhaled through his nose, giving an apologetic shake of his head. “I just got too focused again.”
You took the answer with a silent nod and pulled your hand back from his belt.
But, two can play at that game.
Suddenly, you felt a tug at your waistband bring you in— it was Sabo. You did not share the same experience as him to keep a balanced step. You ended up chest to chest, forced to look up with the proximity.
He was smiling, every part of himself now focusing on only you. “I’m listening."
“Excuse me?” You drawled out, matching his pace. For some odd reason this morning, he just kept on pushing your buttons. Your own crewmates didn’t give much support, staying on the sideline.
He kept walking despite it. “You heard me.”
That stupid relaxed stroll.
That stupid confidence that he could say whatever he wanted and charm his way out of it just as easily.
The grin on Shanks’ face lingered as he turned away, already waving a lazy hand over his shoulder. “Mhm, you’ll get over it.”
The words had barely left his mouth— a firm tug stopped him.
The leather at the front of his belt pulled taut, redirecting his balance just enough that his weight shifted backward instead of forward. Years on boat made the adjustment instinctive— one foot planted, his shoulders settled, and before he could fully process what had happened he’d already turned.
His gaze dropped to a hand, just one finger hooked confidently beneath his belt. Slowly, his eyes lifted to you.
The boat felt strangely quiet, he got heated from his ears to neck. You are cheeky.
“Say that to my face.” You hissed.
For the first time in several minutes, the easy grin he’d been wearing slightly faded from surprise. Shanks felt the smallest flicker of admiration settle in his chest.
Well, that was unexpected. He’d underestimated just how far the frustration had built.
His posture relaxed, the grin returned, but it wasn’t the same carefree one from moments earlier.
“..You really didn’t like that one, huh?” he said, his voice noticeably quieter. A slow chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his tone was genuinely apologetic. “I deserved that.”
You nodded your head, he was being suspiciously easy. “You did.”
Suddenly, his hand dropped down to your hand hooked on his belt. Your hand slowly loosened in his grip, watching as he brought it to his face with a sly smirk.
“I like it when you do things like that.” He whispered into your hand, that gap you closed starting to become evident. You struggled to his eye contact as he leaned ever so slightly closer.
Well, that backfired on you.
MARCO had been standing over the examination table for what felt like hours, sleeves rolled to his elbows, clipboard tucked beneath one arm as he checked over yet another crewmates file.
It was well past the crew’s usual bedtime, not that Marco was ever consistent with sleeping. He had a bad habit.
“It should be fine, Marco.” You sighed, setting the medicine ledger onto the wooden counter with a dull thud. “You’ve done everything for the day.”
Without looking away from the paper, he waved a dismissive hand. “You can head to bed if you’re tired, yoi. Just let me finish up.”
The answer was soft, but not enough to convince this night.
No. He’d keep saying “just one more” until sunrise if nobody stopped him.
Quietly, you stepped behind him, your fingers caught the leather of his belt at the waist. Then you gave it a firm tug. It wasn’t enough to throw him off balance, but it was enough to halt him mid step.
Marco blinked at the tug. He turned, the clipboard lowering in his hand as his eyes flickered from your face.. to your hand still hooked around his belt.
A slow grin spread across his face. “Now that’s a pretty bold way of getting my attention, yoi.” His eyebrow lifted, amusement dancing across his features. “You sure this is the right place for that?”
Heat rushed straight to your face, faltering ever so slightly. “That is not what I meant.”
“No?” he asked, clearly entertained.
You tugged the belt again, short, insistent this time— pulling him a half step away from the examination table.
“I’m tired,” you said flatly, empathizing with a fake yawn. “Which means we’re tired.”
Marco looked down at the hand refusing to let go. For just a second, his teasing expression softened.
“You’ve been standing in here for hours.”
He let out a quiet laugh through his nose, finally setting the clipboard down on the nearby counter with a resigned sigh. “You really weren’t giving me a choice.”
He glanced back toward the paper filled with information, satisfied everything was stable before turning his full attention back to you. “Alright, you win.”
“You say that like it was that hard.”
“It stopped being hard the second you grabbed my belt.” He laughed. “Caught me completely off guard.”
You tilted your head, trying— and failing to not to smile. “So you’ll actually come to bed?”
Marco slipped his hands into his pockets, shaking his head with another amused huff. “Yeah, yeah.”
He gave the abandoned clipboard one last glance before walking toward the door beside you.
“But next time, yoi..” His grin returned in full, his hands finding its way to your lower back, making you shiver. “A tap on the shoulder would’ve been a lot less embarrassing.”
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