#. op hc

[erzva]

⟡ how they kiss you ⸜⸜ luffy zorro sanji law ace

luffy

he’s very forceful, sudden and impatient. however still very passionate

a lot of cheek kisses

like he just loves kissing your cheek. he kisses your cheeks first before making out with you or kissing your lips. he often comes in to hug you from the side so your cheek is what’s facing him and since he wastes no time he kisses the first thing in sight. he also really likes the feeling of his lips digging into your soft plump cheeks

since he’s impulsive he often kisses you without a warning at random times. just whenever he feels like it really. which is often

sure he also knows how to time it properly and do it in fitting situations . but most of the time it’s very random bc he just gets the desire to make out with you a little

when he‘s bored he always goes to you to kill time. he‘ll start by clinging onto you and whining about how bored he is until he peppers your face with kisses before he takes your face into his hands to make out with you and feel your tongue against his. a lot of times he wants to take it even further and have sex so he‘ll drag you into his chambers after making out with you for a bit

he’s a very out of sight out of mind person so when he suddenly remembers that the two of you are together and that he has a s/o he gets excited and starts looking for you to kiss or hug you

zoro

he’s gentle slow and passionate

a lot of neck kisses

he never had a s/o and never really wanted one. his main goal is his swordsman rank. so he’s very inexperienced in the whole relationship field. you were his first everything and taught him all the things he wasn’t magically good at

he developed his own kissing style pretty quickly

he hates pda and only likes getting touchy in private

don’t expect him to have too high of a libido. he’s still very much focused on training and becoming the best

however he is really into foreplay. he likes getting all touchy and groping you when you’re in his chambers and

he’s a chronic cuddler and loves holding you captive during naps. when he’s sleepy and groggy after naps he always holds onto you and has to be touching you in some way. he doesn’t care if other ppl see in this instance. the rest of the crew has seen him slouching and holding onto your shirt with one arm while you’re leaving his chambers more than they can count

a/n : forgot this was about kissing and not hugging let me get back on track

his favorite thing to do is definitively making out. because you can decide when to stop and it doesn’t have to last too long. not as long as sex does. it’s perfect to him. it’s fun and sensual and nasty and it doesn’t take half an hour

when nobody’s looking or you’re kinda further away from the rest of the crew he’ll pull you into a kiss.

making out with him out in the open usually lasts a couple minutes

when you’re alone and he knows you’re probably not gonna get interrupted he makes out with you a lot longer

sanji

he’s passionate and forceful bc he just can’t get enough of you

a lot of forehead kisses

he loves pda. he loves showing you off and having other ppl see that you’re taken.

he often gives you little kisses throughout the day. like when he’s done making something delicious for you, after he hands you the plate he’ll kiss your forehead. or when you’re off somewhere with nami and robin and he passes by you, he comes up from behind and tilts your head back so he can kiss your forehead or lips.

also the type to kiss your hands a lot. like when you’re playing a card game with the crew for example and you’re sitting next to each other he’ll take your free hand and kiss it

or kissing your lower leg, not just during sex when you’re in your back and he’s taking off your panties but also during the day when you’re sunbathing for example. he’ll stand above you and lift your leg up to kiss it before he works his way up by kissing your stomach, chest and neck. he loves licking and kissing you when you’re sunbathing and sweating. he just loves your smell and taste

just constant displays of affection throughout the day

law

slow, gentle and shy

a lot of hand kisses

he has a thing for hands and he loves yours. loves kissing them, holding them, or having them around his dick. he prefers hand jobs over blow jobs

hates pda more than anything. don’t expect him to be all up on you when there’s ppl around or when there could be ppl around any second

he saves the clinginess for when you’re alone. then you can expect him to be all up on you. seriously when you’re in his chambers he doesn’t let go of you. clings to you like a panda. he’s just really touch and live starved and needs your attention all the time.

he loves having you sit on his lap or vice versa and switching between making out with you and hugging you

ace

fast and gentle yet forceful. it’s just the right pressure

a lot of neck kisses

loves pda more than anything. he’s very insecure about his worth so he needs other ppl to see that you’re with him. that he’s the one you love and chose to be with.

he’s often standing behind you with his head buried in your neck just pressing light butterfly kisses on your delicate skin. unless ofc he’s marking it up and bruising it. he doesn’t care if there’s another person talking to you or even him.

he loves seeing you covered in love bites in places where they’re visible to everyone. also in places where only he sees them

he’s a bit possessive..

…

[fanaticsnail]

Hello Snail! Hello Yandere Doffy Anon!

Do you remember how Dr. House was hooked on a soap opera? Would there be romantic radio dramas on that snail radio?! OH, I CAN IMAGINE BENN BECKMAN secretly hooked on the radio drama, listening to it at night, hidden in his cabin!!! AND GARP!!! AND KILLER!!! SOO MANY CHARACTERS AAAAAAAAAA!!!

OH MY GOSH, JINTAKA YES! YES TO DOCTOR HOUSE SOAP OPERA.

All of them being hooked on the radio and adding their commentary to the individual segments, absolutely!!

Doffy-girly: "There's just something about him that I adore. I can't put my finger on it, but I need to get to know him better."

Croco-girly: "Girl, you need help. He has no redeeming qualities. Find yourself another feather-wearing weirdo. I promise you they'd be better suited!"

Doffy-girly: "... But I just love to look at him. I mean, come on! He's goregous."

Elsewhere at the world government headquarters, a gathering of reclining admirals, vices and upperclassmen listen to the program.

Helmeppo: "Can you believe she's been pining for him for over a year now?"

Bogard: "It is rather unfortunate how much she has been wanting him, yes. You remember when he called up-?"

Garp: "-And she nearly fainted? Yes. She doesn't deserve him. She should be focussing her affections on someone else. What about the younger brother? He wasn't so bad, right?"

Sengoku: "..."

Tsuru: "..."

The program continues after a few songs, the podcast now back in full swing.

Croco-girly: "There's only one thing I can't get behind."

Doffy-girly: "The hook, the cigars, the conniving, the scheming, the fact that he's over 8' tall, his joining with Mihawk and Buggy at Cross-Guild-."

Croco-girly: "-Why didn't he keep the pug? He could've provided a home for the sweet baby! He has such a big heart, he could've done it, I'm sure."

On the grand line.

Beckman: "He should've kept the pug."

Red-Hair Crew: "Here-here!"

There's my little bit of input 🥹

[somnas-writes]

Robin and Franky both wear bikinis to the beach

[lesbxdyke]

One of my favourite OP HCs is that Luffy and Robin are half siblings, sharing the same Father.

Which then gets super hilarious if you consider the time skip.

Because Robin was with the rebellion and likely met and worked with Dragon!

I don't think he would have told her, too focused on his mission (& possibly holding guilt that he didn't help her after Ohara and thinking that the information would do nothing but cause pain now)

I'm sure this isn't what Oda has planned but I really love the idea that those two are half siblings, wandering around and feeling like family having no idea of the biological truth.

(footnote: biology does not make family at all, it's just a fun lil HC that amuses me)

[goldenandhappy]

My hc is that since Rosinante actually grew up in luxury (until, you know, he did not), he must have developed a taste for good fabrics and custom cuts. And it’s not like Law grew up poor. So in another universe, one where things went well, they would have went on shopping sprees in luxury districts, getting custom made outfits and eating at fancy restaurants that don’t serve bread.

[nicryukyo]

t4t buggy x reader relationship send post

[thiotchi]

Have you seen Zoro’s family tree from oda yet?

yes I HAVE

I've been obsessing over his mom. Like yeah, I knew he was most likely a Shimotsuki because of one of Oda's previous SBS'. BUT HIS PARENTS CAN WE JUST

inhale

Furiko most likely had dark blue hair like Ushimaru. And based on her silhouette, you can tell she has that strong Shimotsuki chin and nose and long eyelashes. Pinzoro? Don't know him. He isn't important beyond being a samurai and named Roronoa I guess.

Arashi probably takes mostly after his mom, because those Shimotsuki genes are strong, man. Though his hair may or may not be that strong dark blue, depending on his dad's coloring. The man never learned how to use a brush though.

TERA THOUGH.

TERA.

There's supposedly a character named Tera in FF? somewhere. I forgot which game. But green hair, silver eyes, and a swordsman? That's how I imagine Zoro's mom. And given that she was the daughter of a criminal? She definitely knows how to take care of herself on the battlefield, even if she wasn't a swordsman herself.

she was though bc I said so shh

With her small chin and nose, and long-ass eyelashes, you know Zoro got those from her. Also, how she ties her hair back in the silhouette? If Zoro had long hair, male or female, that's how I'd imagine it. It's. It's perfect.

Zoro literally taking after the women in his family tree.

as a side note, Kuina's mom doesn't have any noticeable eyelashes in her silhouette so all I can think of is Zoro ending up with more stereotypically feminine features than his cousin lmao

as another side note, Kuina and Zoro's moms both dying from the same illness while they're children. You know. Just to make it Sad™️

All their names are apparently gambling references? So that's probably an (albeit kinda weird) explanation for why Zoro was so good at gambling in Wano and also why he seems to be really good at math? idk but it'd be funny if that's why.

Ushimaru def had a back tattoo so I'm kind of curious about if the "marks on the back is a swordsman's shame" is from Pinzoro's side of the family hmm

but also I still can't get over PINZORO. I know it's a legit reference but PINZORO. Arashi and Tera named Zoro after his grandpa knowing that THAT was his name.

DID ODA HAVE THAT PLANNED SINCE THE BEGINNING???

Speaking of Ushimaru, I haven't caught up to the manga or anime but does he look like he has big tiddies? Because Tera def does so that would explain how Zoro has the biggest badonkadonks on the Grand Line. Because it's from both sides of the fam /joking /notjoking

Anyway.

I'm having IDEAS.

There was a wip I was thinking of about maybe giving Zoro a mom where she doesn't die like in my HS AU and now I have CANON stuff to work with. ehehe

[forsaire]

soap isn't scared to tell his parents he's dating a boy

no

he's scared to tell his parents that the boy is English

[valdrift]

this joke has definitely been done before but it'll never not be funny to me ✌️

[sailorgundam308]

This is pretty damn epic!

I have a headcanon with descent into Avernus story that’s different, but this is a pretty good one! <3

Of all the ships for Astarion I actually ship him and Karlach the hardest.

And my Headcanon for their relationship is Karlach goes back Avernus but makes Astarion promise not to come looking for her. He’s spent the last 200 years in his own personal hell and she doesn’t want him to go to literal hell for her.

Astarion has other plans though, knowing the only way Karlach will ever truely be free is if he kills Zariel. So he finds his way to Avernus and to the bleeding citadel. He cuts his way through the ever growing scab and finds Zariels sword, planning on giving it to Karlach thinking it’d surely see her as worthy, only instead the sword chooses him instead. And upon taking it he’s cured of his vampirism and effectively turned into an Aasimar as the swords stats dictate.

Blade in hand he cuts through the hounds swarming after Karlach and joins the fight at her side, storming Zariels stronghold and giving her an ultimatum. Give Karlach her heart and leave her alone forever. Or he’ll take her head.

[ichigoginchan]

zoro our pure boy

[portgasdbru]

you have a son with zoro... but you're not a couple anymore

cw: zoro x f!reader, fluff fluffy, and slightlyyyy suggestive

note: louie - sanji's daughter

[lowkeycasanova]

something you/they do during sex that's a complete turn on

headcanon

NSFW**

I imagined every scenario in missionary. Oops.

characters: monster trio + usopp and law

Luffy

You meet his eyes and he smiles down at you while deep in mid stroke. His breaths are shallow and hurried and his chest rising and falling with his efforts. "Hi." he giggles and lets out in a ragged breath. And you completely lost it. Any effort to maintain your composure was thrown out the window. Because it's just a simple, soft "hi" while completely wrecking you. It's the contrast of it. He's not as innocent as he seems. But he's so adorable. You hate it. That cheeky ass grin will be the death of you.

Sanji

The two of you were just about finished. He's slowly getting up and starting to pull out and you grab him by the shoulders to stop him, knowing the impending physical ache you'll feel when he's out. You pulled him back and whispered in his ear, "I'm not done feeling you yet." His breath caught in his throat, a flush of heat rising to his cheeks. His mind began racing. Holy shit. Yes ma'am. No problem. Anything you wanted, he was going to give to you.

Zoro

You just can’t keep your mouth shut. The more he fucked you in missionary, the louder you became. He brings his hand up to your face, uttering “shhh” softly as he caressed his thumb against your lips. With narrowed eyes and a sexy smirk, he fucks you harder, knowing he’s making this even more difficult for you. You shut your eyes shut and gritted your teeth behind closed lips, trying your best to be quiet. He looks down at you like the cocky asshole he is, pleased with himself.

Usopp

Your eyes were closed but you opened them, lifting your head up and admiring him with the glassy appearance. No words were exchanged between the two of you and for a split second, he thought he was doing something wrong. But you closed your eyes again and laid down on the pillow, seemingly more relaxed and pleasured. “Fuck…you’re so hot.” You told him. Sure, there were times he might have felt insecure. Everyone does. But rest assured, he will never be again. His mind registered what you said and his face broke out into a wide smile. You’ve just increased his God complex to another level.

Law

His hands rest on both sides of your head. You feel the tip of him as he’s about to slide himself in. You grab ahold of his shoulder and it causes him to stop momentarily, wondering what you’re about to do. Bringing a hand up to him, you tentatively brush the dark hair out of his face. “I trust you.” You whispered. For a brief moment, there was a flicker of surprise in his eye. Emotions swirled within him. Validation, responsibility, vulnerability, affection. Your trust meant everything to him. He mirrored your actions by reaching his hand out to caress your cheek and you lean into his touch. He plants a soft kiss to your lips and slowly but surely, slides himself in in a connection only meant for the two of you.

[microvibing]

Hermes n Aeolus in vengeance saga

[mercillery]

ASL BROTHERS WITH A SHY S/O

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

CHARACTERS: Luffy + Ace + Sabo

NOTES: Do Luffy haters exist? It’s a dumb question, yes—but I’m genuinely curious. He’s so cute and dumb, I find it hard to not love him.

LUFFY

Luffy wouldn’t really “get” shyness in the conventional sense. But here’s the thing about Luffy: he’s all about accepting people as they are, no questions asked. He treats you with the same bright-eyed, wide-grinned enthusiasm he shows everyone. The idea of you needing to be more outgoing wouldn’t even cross his mind because, to him, you’re already perfect as you are. Shyness? Never heard of it. Just pass the meat, please.

Now, Luffy’s approach to social interactions is, well, 100% Luffy. He doesn’t really adapt his wild and carefree style to match anyone else’s comfort levels. If you're quiet and reserved, that’s cool—Luffy just goes on living life at full volume like it’s another Tuesday on the Sunny.

At first, you might be left wondering how in the seven seas you’re going to survive the endless hurricane of chaos that follows this rubbery captain around. But soon, and without realizing it, you start to find that his reckless antics and headfirst approach to life are... kind of charming. Sure, it’s like living next door to a tornado, but it’s a tornado that makes you laugh until your sides hurt and never lets you get too deep into your own thoughts.

What’s funny is that while he doesn’t actively try to make you feel more comfortable, he ends up doing it anyway. It’s his Luffy magic. You find yourself smiling more often, your shyness loosening its grip bit by bit as he does dumb stuff and throws himself into trouble that only Luffy would consider fun.

He’ll walk up to you, grin stretching from ear to ear, holding out some bizarre, questionably edible snack and say, “You gotta try this!” And just like that, the nerves you felt melt away—not because he’s making an effort to make you feel at ease, but simply because he’s himself.

And sure, sometimes his energy is a lot. We’re talking sprinting-across-decks, yelling-about-meat kind of “a lot.” But in the middle of all that noise, you come to realize that you feel safer and more at ease when you’re around him. Why? Because Luffy has this way of making everything fun and natural, and soon enough, that includes you too.

Before long, your shyness isn’t something you worry about around him; it’s just another thing Luffy accepts without blinking, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And in his eyes? It is.

It’s cute because you two really are like the sun and the moon, with Luffy as the blazing, never-stopping sun, and you being the more reserved, quiet moon. It’s like a cosmic duo—he’s all light and energy, and you’re the calm, cool reflection of it all. You balance each other out in the weirdest, most wonderful way.

And when people catch wind of the fact that Luffy is dating someone—let alone someone as shy as you—it’s like watching a cartoon character’s eyes bug out of their head. Yeah, they’re not wrong to be surprised, but Luffy doesn’t care. He’s already busy thinking about what’s next on the agenda, probably involving meat or some kind of treasure hunt.

Luffy is anything but shy. He could probably talk to a rock and think it’s the best conversation he’s had all day. So when it comes to affection, he’s not exactly one to shy away from it. He might not be the clingiest partner out there—he’s not going to be hanging off you like a koala (okay, maybe sometimes)—but you can bet he’s there, always.

Whether it’s randomly giving you a hug in or tossing his arm around your shoulder like it’s no big deal, he’s just Luffy—and that means showing affection wherever and whenever he feels like it, no matter who’s watching. Basically, he’s like a “here’s my arm, it’s yours now” kind of guy.

While Luffy doesn’t exactly get what makes you shy, he’s surprisingly good at picking up on your feelings. If you’re feeling anxious, or if you’re shrinking back into your shell a little bit, Luffy has this unbelievable ability to sense when you need a change of pace. Without even thinking about it, he’ll grab your hand and drag you off on some wild adventure, just to get your mind off things.

He doesn’t even need a reason—he just knows that you could use a distraction, and he’s the perfect person to provide it. Besides, that just gives him more time to spend with you! And, of course, he might offer you one of his beloved snacks or a full meal if you’re feeling off. Seriously, do you know how big that is? Luffy parting with his food is like a miracle in itself, so if he’s offering it to you, you better believe you’re special.

And let’s talk about the food thing for a sec. Do you even realize how big of a deal it is that Luffy shares his food with you? Like, do you know how many times he’s turned down offering a bite of his meat to anyone? Probably never. So when he hands you a piece of his prized food, you know it’s a huge honor. We’re talking sacred territory here.

If you ever doubted your place in Luffy’s heart, just remember: he shares his food with you. That’s a level of trust and affection that not even the grandest feast can outdo. Trust me, you’ve got a special place in his world, and it’s right next to the meat and maybe a little bit of the chaos.

Luffy’s naturally the type of guy who’d include you in absolutely everything—because why wouldn’t he? To him, you’re part of the crew, part of his world, and that means he’s going to drag you into every single bit of it.

You’d be minding your own business, maybe sitting quietly with your book or trying to sneak in a nap, when suddenly—BAM! Luffy's in front of you, grinning like a madman, already talking about the next big adventure or game that everyone’s playing. “C’mon, join us!” he’d say, and before you could protest, he’s already tossing you into the mix.

It’s not that he’s forcing you to join, though—Luffy just has this way of making you feel like you should be there, without ever putting you on the spot. His carefree, inclusive attitude makes it feel like the natural thing to do. You never feel pressure; you just feel... valued. Like you belong, whether you’re quietly cheering from the sidelines or joining in with your own brand of awkward enthusiasm.

It’s like Luffy’s energy is so contagious that you can’t help but want to be part of whatever insane thing he’s cooking up that day, even if it’s just watching him eat his weight in food and making random, nonsensical decisions.

If anyone ever crossed the line with you—teased you, made you uncomfortable, or said something that got under your skin—Luffy would flip the script faster than you can blink. That goofy, carefree grin would disappear in an instant, replaced by a rare, uncharacteristically serious expression.

Suddenly, he’s standing right in front of you like a human shield, ready to take down anyone who dared upset you. He’s usually a chaotic force of nature, but mess with his loved ones, and that’s when you see a side of him that is all about protecting you.

He wouldn’t hesitate to confront the person, his voice firm and unwavering. “Hey! That’s not cool! You don’t mess with my crew!” He’s not one for subtlety or second-guessing, so you’d know right away that Luffy’s on your side. If someone’s being rude or making you feel small, he’ll make sure they know they’ve messed with the wrongggggg person.

The crew’s used to this by now—because Luffy, despite his childish nature, would go to the ends of the earth to defend the people he cares about. You’d feel like the most important person in the world in that moment because, in his eyes, you are.

Luffy’s loyalty is on another level entirely. Once he’s decided he cares about someone, they’re in—no questions, no conditions, just pure, unfiltered loyalty. If you’re lucky enough to be someone Luffy loves, you’d know it in every grin, in every spontaneous gesture, and in every single, joyfully shouted “Let’s go!” You’d never have to second-guess where you stand with him, because Luffy’s affections are as clear as day, as honest and unwavering as the sea he dreams of conquering.

So whether you’re officially part of his crew or not, in his mind, you’re always one of them, and he’d tell anyone who’ll listen, “Yeah, they’re with me!” with a pride that’d make your heart swell.

The best part? Luffy would constantly invite you to tag along on whatever wild journey or ridiculous stunt he’s about to pull. There’d be no hesitation; it’d be, “Hey! Let’s go on an adventure!” as if going on an impromptu quest was as simple as taking a stroll to the market. It’s almost like Luffy has this unspoken rule: every exciting, crazy, fun thing has to be experienced with you.

From treasure hunts that end up in unexpected fights with sea kings to races through bustling ports (where he definitely has no idea where he’s running but is laughing the whole time), Luffy wants you there, right in the middle of it all. You’d probably sigh at the thought of jumping headfirst into another unpredictable situation, but Luffy’s enthusiasm is like a gravitational pull—it’s impossible to resist.

And thank goodness for that, because your timid self wouldn’t stand a chance at taking the lead in any of these wild endeavors. Luckily, Luffy’s the type to charge forward, dragging you along by the hand with zero doubts and zero plans. He makes all the decisions for both of you, which, sure, sometimes means ending up lost on an island full of very angry, very large monkeys because, “They looked friendly!”

You’d feel a mix of exasperation and endearment at his antics. He doesn’t realize it, but his willingness to be the fearless leader—even if his plans are sometimes made with the strategic prowess of a rubber chicken—takes the pressure off you. You don’t have to stress over decisions or worry about whether you’re doing the right thing, because Luffy’s already ten steps ahead (probably literally sprinting) and dragging you along with a confidence that borders on reckless.

And honestly? That’s part of the charm. His “plans” might be half-baked and a little foolish, but he makes up for it by being completely and unapologetically himself.

You’d find yourself smiling more than you ever expected, getting swept up in the whirlwind that is Luffy, and realizing that being with him means never feeling alone, even if you’re quiet or shy.

His laughter, his outbursts, and his impulsive decisions would all become things you cherish, because with him leading the way, life feels a little less scary and a lot more exciting.

ACE

Ace is all warmth and energy, like a bonfire on a chilly night, and he’d go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable in his presence. Despite his natural tendency for excitement and spontaneity, he’d be mindful of your shyness, making a conscious effort to dial down the volume when needed.

You’d catch him lowering his voice a bit, softening his laughter, or even sitting a little closer with a reassuring grin. His laid-back nature would do wonders for your anxiety, melting it away bit by bit like ice under the sun. He’d take a more casual, playful approach when he’s with you, balancing his liveliness with a kind of gentle attentiveness that makes your heart feel at ease.

Ace has a knack for starting conversations, even if the topic is completely random. He’d sense your hesitance and jump in without skipping a beat. “Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to cook for the crew and accidentally set a whole forest on fire?” he’d start, eyes twinkling as he watches your reaction.

His stories are always ridiculous—stories of clumsy mishaps, epic pranks gone wrong, or that one time he fell asleep mid-battle. You’d find yourself laughing in spite of yourself, the tension in your shoulders easing as you realize he’s making himself the butt of the joke, just to make you feel more at ease. He’d keep talking until he sees that spark of amusement in your eyes, and then keep going, his smile growing wider every time you giggle.

And Ace’s teasing? Oh, he’d be a master of that fine line between making you laugh and making you blush. He’d lean in, smirking just enough to be charming, and say, “What’s this? A smile? I knew it was in there somewhere.” His playful comments would come with a wink and a laugh, just enough to make your face warm, but never enough to make you feel like you’re being put on the spot.

If he ever saw you growing quiet or noticed that hint of panic in your eyes, he’d immediately back off, switching to a softer tone and throwing in a quick “I’m just messing with ya” followed by that disarming grin of his.

Ace would be incredibly in tune with your reactions, watching for the tiniest signs that you’re feeling overwhelmed. The moment he picks up on it, he’d change gears—maybe suggesting a quiet spot on deck where you could sit together and watch the stars, or offering to take a walk to get some fresh air. He’d brush off the seriousness with a light, “Hey, it’s just us. No pressure, alright?” The way he says it makes you feel safe, like it’s just you and him against the world, no expectations or worries allowed.

Ace is the definition of a warm hug in human form, so being a tactile person comes naturally to him. But when it comes to you, he’d show an impressive amount of restraint—not an easy feat for someone who’d usually throw an arm around a friend without thinking twice. Well, you’re not just his friend but his lover, obviously—but what I’m getting at us that he’s a pretty affectionate guy.

He’d start small, easing you into it with light touches: a friendly pat on the shoulder when you share a joke, a playful ruffle of your hair that would leave you smiling and maybe a little flustered. You’d catch the subtle glances he’d shoot you afterward, as if he’s silently checking, Was that okay? Did that make you uncomfortable? It’s endearing how he’s so in tune with your comfort level, his natural affection turned into a gentle dance of patience and care.

As time went on and your confidence around him grew, Ace would start to introduce more meaningful touches. He’d sneak in side hugs when you’re sitting together, leaning into you with that easygoing smile of his that made your heart race. And when the day finally came that you leaned into him on your own, whether it was out of exhaustion or just because you felt safe, the soft, proud look on his face would be priceless.

Ace would make a big deal out of it in the quietest way possible, his hand finding yours in a reassuring squeeze as if to say, Hey, look at you, being brave. Eventually, he’d graduate to full-on snuggling when you were comfortable, and the first time he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you close, you’d know just how deeply he cared.

And when social situations become too much—because let’s face it, Ace has a lot of friends and a magnetic personality that draws people in—he’d be the first to notice if you’re starting to feel overwhelmed.

In those moments, he’d spring into action without making it obvious. He’d tell a ridiculously over-the-top story, one that would steal the spotlight from everyone else and have the whole room’s attention fixed on him, leaving you a moment to breathe.

Ace would always throw himself into being the distraction, whether it meant cracking jokes or reenacting a failed stunt that ended with him pretending to trip over his own feet. He’d shoot you a quick wink in the middle of it, as if to say, See? I’ve got you.

It’s not that he wanted to be the center of attention—okay, maybe a little, but only when it’s for you.

He’d take on the role of court jester, chaos-maker, or even reluctant hero if it meant taking the pressure off you for a while. If anyone questioned it, he’d brush it off with a laugh and a shrug, all while keeping an eye on you to make sure you were okay.

And if things really got too much, Ace wouldn’t hesitate to steer you away from the noise altogether, leaning in close and saying, “Let’s get outta here for a bit, yeah?” He’d lead you somewhere quieter, a hand on your arm or fingers interlaced with yours, the simple touch grounding you as you walked.

You’d both end up somewhere peaceful, maybe under the stars or by a flickering campfire, where he’d wrap an arm around your shoulder and say, “You don’t have to explain. Just take your time.” And you would, with the steady thump of his heartbeat right next to yours, knowing he’d take on the world just to make sure you felt comfortable and safe.

Ace would be your number one cheerleader, hyped beyond belief over every little victory you achieved. You managed to say something in a group conversation? He’d beam at you like you just solved world peace. “Look at you go! You’re amazing!” he’d shout, probably a bit louder than necessary, with that signature grin that lights up his entire face.

If you reached out to touch his arm or, heaven forbid, initiated a hug, there’d be a solid five minutes of him staring at you in delighted disbelief before breaking out into an excited, “Did you just—? You did! You did!”

What you might not notice is that whenever you step even half a toe out of your comfort zone, Ace is in the background punching the air with all the subtlety of an over-caffeinated kid at a birthday party.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a tiny thing, like making eye contact with someone new, or a big step like saying a few words in front of the crew—Ace is celebrating it like you just discovered the One Piece itself.

He might look a bit unhinged to anyone passing by, but he’s never cared about that. You’re his person, and your wins are his wins. He’s just out here being the proudest guy alive, punching invisible foes and mouthing, That’s my partner!

And the way he looks at you? It’s like you’re the most priceless treasure in the world, and not just in the fleeting, pirate-wants-your-gold way. No, Ace’s gaze is full of warmth and genuine awe, the kind that makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a blanket of sunshine.

When you speak, whether it’s a confident statement or a hesitant mumble, Ace is all ears. His eyes would fix on you with this almost comically serious expression, nodding along like you’re revealing some ancient, life-altering secret.

You could point to the sky and say, “That’s the sky,” and he’d respond with a deep, earnest nod and a wide grin, “Exactly! I love that you noticed!” The rest of the crew might shake their heads and mutter things like, “Here they go again,” but Ace doesn’t care. If it matters to you, it matters to him—simple as that.

It doesn’t matter how mundane your observation is or how shyly you say it; to Ace, every word is golden. He’d hang on every syllable as if you were weaving a tale worthy of a bard’s song. You’d catch him repeating things you said back to you later, just to show he’d remembered, saying things like, “Oh yeah, like you said the other day, the sky really was a perfect blue.”

It’s almost ridiculous, but that’s Ace—he’d make you feel like every tiny thing you did was extraordinary, because in his eyes, it truly is.

SABO

Sabo is the calm breeze compared to the whirlwinds that are Luffy and Ace, which makes him the perfect blend of approachable and comforting.

With his natural ease and warm, diplomatic demeanor, you’d find yourself feeling more at peace around him sooner than you’d expect. Sabo’s the kind of person who could have a conversation with anyone, but when he’s with you, you’d feel like you’re the only one in the world that matters.

He’s just got this knack for making everything feel safe, like he’s a sturdy anchor in a storm. If you ever started to feel overwhelmed, Sabo would be the first to notice, with a quiet attentiveness that doesn’t scream I’m watching you but more like I’m here if you need me.

He’d be a master of subtlety, paying close attention to what made you nervous and what helped you open up, all without making it seem like he was analyzing you. You’d catch him making mental notes when you shifted uncomfortably or lit up at something specific. He’s probably like, “Write that down, write that down!” in his head.

And he’d use those observations to make your interactions more comfortable. If he noticed that certain topics or big crowds made you anxious, he’d steer conversations towards lighter things or find a reason to take a quiet walk somewhere less crowded.

Sabo would never rush you into sharing more than you were ready for. He understands that trust is built slowly, like adding logs to a fire, not dumping gasoline on it and hoping for the best.

Sabo would show his affection in the most considerate ways, taking into account what you’d find comforting rather than overwhelming. That being said, grand and dramatic gestures aren’t his style when it comes to you; he’d save those for his other acts of rebellion.

With you, he’d stick to smaller, more intimate actions. He’d brush his fingers across yours before holding your hand, always making sure it was welcome. He’d lean in a little closer when you’re talking, eyes fixed on you with that soft, attentive gaze of his that makes you feel like you have all the time in the world.

There’d be moments when he’d reach out with a light touch on your arm, or just the simple press of his shoulder against yours when you sat side by side, enough to let you know he was there but never too much to make you uncomfortable.

It’s like he has a sixth sense for what was just the right amount of closeness. And if you ever looked unsure or nervous, Sabo’s eyes would catch yours, full of warmth and encouragement, like he was silently saying, Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.

The patience he’d show would be unmatched; you could almost hear him mentally cheering you on even if you were just picking your words slowly or taking a deep breath before saying something important.

And the way he’d support you? Subtle but powerful. If you ever found yourself second-guessing or fumbling, he’d quietly step in to help redirect the conversation or offer a reassuring comment. “I think that’s a great point,” he’d say with genuine enthusiasm, giving you that extra boost of confidence.

And when you’d catch him watching you speak, the look in his eyes would always be one of admiration—never judgment, never pressure, just pure, patient support. And whether it’s a simple chat or a quiet walk together, Sabo’s presence would be your reminder that you’re valued, seen, and cherished, just as you are.

When it came to conversations, Sabo would be your guy for deep, meaningful talks, but with a healthy dose of humor to keep things light. He’d pick the coziest, quietest corner on the ship or at a café, leaning in with a thoughtful smile and saying, “Alright, you ready to hear some top-secret stories about Ace and Luffy’s greatest flops?” And he’d be off, recounting tales of Luffy trying to eat something he really, really shouldn’t have or Ace’s legendary nap times that ended in near-disaster.

His stories are designed not just to make you laugh, but to remind you that even these larger-than-life brothers were and still are total dorks sometimes. And before you know it, you’re easing into sharing a few of your own stories, prompted by his gentle encouragement and the safety his presence provided.

If there was ever a moment where you hinted at wanting to join in on an activity or step outside your comfort zone, Sabo would light up like someone just told him there was free cake on deck. But instead of jumping up and down and looking crazy, Sabo’s celebration would be the dignified, internal kind.

Picture a boardroom in his mind filled with 10 tiny Sabos all jumping out of their chairs, high-fiving each other, and throwing confetti in the air. On the outside, he’d just offer you that calm, reassuring grin and a simple, “You’ve got this. And if not, we’ll laugh about it later, yeah?”

He’d be your biggest silent cheerleader, always ready with a patient hand to guide you or a subtle nudge if you needed it. If you wanted to join in on a game or join a conversation but hesitated, Sabo would seamlessly include you, making it feel natural and not like he was pointing out your shyness.

He’d say things like, “Hey, I think Y/N would be perfect for this—what do you think?” and then shoot you a wink that says, See? Not so bad, right? And when you took that first step, whether it was a comment or a hesitant laugh at a joke, Sabo’s inner cheering squad would be losing their collective minds.

So while Ace might be punching the air and Luffy would probably shout, “You did it!” at full volume, Sabo would play it cool—at least on the outside. But don’t be fooled. The minute he see’s you trying something new or making a move outside your comfort zone, those 10 tiny Sabos in his head would be throwing a full-on carnival, complete with fireworks and dancing.

And he’d just keep giving you that look that said, You’re amazing, and I’m so proud of you. Because to him, you’re always worth celebrating, no matter what.

If there’s one thing Sabo doesn’t tolerate, it’s someone messing with the people he cares about. So if he spotted you feeling uncomfortable or noticed someone trying to be intimidating, he’d swoop in with the subtlety of a master diplomat. Sabo wouldn’t make a scene, but instead, he’d redirect the situation like an absolute pro.

Maybe he’d throw out a well-timed joke, ask a question that shifts the focus, or suddenly develop an urgent need for your opinion on something random, like, “Hey, didn’t you say you know a lot about… apples?” The offender would be left blinking, and you’d find yourself in a new conversation before you even realized what happened. Crisis averted, all thanks to Sabo’s suave social maneuvering.

And then there’s Sabo’s sweeter side—his covert operation of affection. He knows that grand, dramatic proclamations can sometimes make you want to dive head-first into the nearest bush, so he’s perfected the art of subtle, heartfelt gestures.

He’d leave little handwritten notes tucked in places he knows you’ll find, maybe in your favorite book or slipped under your plate at breakfast. Each note would be filled with the kind of genuine, thoughtful words that would make your heart do an embarrassing little flip. They’d say things like, I know you’re stronger than you think, and I can’t wait for the world to see it, too, or The stars were beautiful last night, but not as much as seeing you smile today.

And don’t even get started on the letters. Oh, the letters. Sabo would write you these intricate, beautifully crafted notes that read like they came straight from the heart of a poet who’s just returned from a victorious battle.

He could have just finished a day of intense Revolutionary Army missions, covered in dust and exhaustion, but you’d still get a note that starts with, Hey, you. I’m thinking about you, and ends with some metaphor about how your presence makes the world brighter, even when he’s knee-deep in chaos.

You’d find trinkets, too—maybe a small charm he found that reminded him of you or a pressed flower from somewhere he thought was pretty. It’s the little things that would make your day and remind you that, no matter what chaos he’s wrapped up in with the Revolutionary Army, you’re always on his mind. And when you’d look up at him, cheeks flushed from finding yet another one of his notes or small gifts, Sabo would just grin that charming, lopsided grin and say, “Did you find it? Good. I meant every word.”

He’s protective, thoughtful, and romantic in a way that feels like it’s tailored just for you. And even if he’s balancing the weight of revolutions and strategic plans, Sabo makes sure you know that you’re not just part of his life—you’re the best part.

[nameless-pirate]

Ace: fluff headcanons

Summary: just some fluff headcanons for my sweetheart, Ace. Tags: fluff! Notes: This fluff is so sweet, it could become one of Big Mom's generals. Just saying. Also, it was my very first request!

Fluff relationship headcanons

When you first met Ace, you thought you two would be like fireworks: carefully ignited, shot to the stars, burn brightly, and end suddenly. But as you two settled into your relationship, you found that this love was warm, ever-lasting, and unyielding.

Ace loves cuddling with you. If you lay in bed, he'd put your leg over him or his over you and snuggle his face into your neck.

He spends a lot of time observing you. Watching you do something you love calms down his restless mind. Sometimes he’ll just fall asleep but if you move, he immediately wakes up.

He's your comfort person. Whether you're doing nothing together or two separate things next to each other, his company brings you peace.

Can't tell jokes to save his life, but will do anything to make you laugh, like make stupid faces or create funny shapes with his fire power.

Often hugs you from behind. If you’re smaller than him, then he’ll put his head on your head or your arm. If you’re taller, he’ll nuzzle his head between your shoulder blades.

He tells you stories from his childhood and talks a lot about Luffy. He often repeats himself, but you never complain because that’s exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place—Ace cares so deeply and he admires those he loves. You never want to see that light in his eyes dim. Sometimes you even encourage him, “Ace, what was that story you told me about Luffy? The one with a tiger?”.

If you repeat your stories, you’ll also never know. “I might’ve told you this already…”, you’ll start, but Ace only smiles and pushes you to tell it again.

You spend your casual date nights gazing at the stars and talking. Sometimes Ace will use his power to picture what you’re telling him. You’re always amazed by how your stories look dressed in his fire.

Ace is touchy! He always has his hand on your knee, thigh, or arm. When you walk, it’s either holding hands or embraced.

When you’re too warm because of his power and ask him to move away for a bit, he pouts. He can’t help his high body temperature and he just wants to stay close.

Ace admires you. That’s how he loves—with admiration.

If it’s a special date, he’ll take you away to an island for a few days. Sometimes he’ll have activities planned, and sometimes he just wants to rest with you without anybody around.

If you’re trying something new that he already knows how to do, he’d tease you a little bit. But the moment he sees you’re getting frustrated, he will help.

Wanna go swimming? No problem. Ace will take his little sailing boat and make circles around you.

One of the most intimate moments you share is the bath time. Whenever he’s exhausted or after a battle, you help clean him. You’ll wash his hair. You massage him as you put on the soap on his body. You don’t talk much then—the tenderness is in the touches and his whispers of “thank you”.

He can risk his life for you but he’d rather die than let you do the same for him. He wants you to live more than anything.

If you’re feeling sad and lying in bed, he’d lay down next to you, caress your face, and stroke your hair. If you feel bad about yourself, he’ll tell you a story from your relationship—how you looked when you first kissed, how he felt, how there was this one night when the moon hit you just right and he couldn’t believe his luck, how he saw you fighting and he couldn’t tell whether he felt admiration, fear, or both, and how good you are at doing what you love. It’s always so detailed and his compliments are never about just one thing; he pays attention.

Loves to put his head in your lap and have you stroke his hair.

You’re each other’s best friends. You can just drink tea or hot chocolate and talk for hours. You have definitely built a pillow fort together. There were a few nights you went out drinking and dancing till the sun came up. There’s a secret language only you two know how to speak, and you birthed it through endless conversations, short but fiery fights, and gentleness only your hearts know the beating of.