hiii! Could I pls request the Strawhats (Sanji, Luffy, Usopp, Nami) headcanons with S/O who has wings? 👀
‘Sent from above’
Straw hats with a S/O that has wings!!
Contains: Sanji, Luffy, Ussop & Nami
A/N: Thanks for requesting! I went for the classic bird wings and bird like attributes, so I hope that was your vision!
Sanji
🍽️ Sanji was immediately captivated when he saw you. He flocked towards you and asked if you were an angel, to which he promptly got his head hit in by Nami. Still, he would always compliment them.
🍽️ When you start dating, he would always help you care for them. He’d help you preen them in private. During those times, he would never shut up about how beautiful they are, to the point where it annoys even you. But you can’t stay mad, it’s cute to see him so infatuated.
🍽️ If you had more bird like attributes other than just wings, it would reflect in your diet. Sanji does his best to ensure good nutrition for his partner, and if you require extra time for meal prep, he’s willing to do that.
🍽️ While you two are separated for your training, he’s reminded of you in every bird he sees above head. He sits to appreciate them when he’s not being chased down by drag queens.
Luffy
🍖 Luffy always has his hands on your wings. He loves running his hands through them, they basically become a fidget for him. He starts doing it even when he isn’t thinking and it acts like unintentional preening, so your wings are in quite good shape.
🍖 He loves when you take him out flying. It’s so freeing to be flown across the open ocean, free from the weight of gravity. In those moments, he’s also really chatty. He’ll point out everything you two pass. Luffy’s also very energetic, so you have to keep a good grip on him or he’ll fall into the water.
🍖 Immediately assumes that ‘wings = bird’. He’ll legitimately think that you eat seeds and lay eggs, and you’ll have to physically tell him that’s not how it works. And even then, he’s not fully convinced. He’ll leave seeds out just it case.
🍖 He collects your feathers if they drop naturally from your wings. They’re usually in his hammock, he makes them into a makeshift pillow. He’ll show you proudly and you just stare because it’s like the equivalent of someone collecting your hair. He means well, he really does—
Nami
🍊 Thought it was an elaborate costume at first. That was until she saw them move and tense. After that, she kept a bit of distance from you until she warmed up.
🍊 She’ll ask you to fly over islands and surrounding areas to help with her mapping of the world. When you sit and tell her all the details, she’ll stare and listen intently. Partly because it helps her dream and partly because you look adorable rambling.
🍊 Will buy you nice products to help you upkeep your wing care. She’s so nice, she won’t even charge you for it! Scratch that, maybe she’ll charge you a little. But she loves picking stuff out for you.
🍊 Loves flying with you. Like I said before, it helps with her navigating and mapping the world. After the initial fear the first few times, she’ll be asking to fly at every new island the crew goes to because it’s so efficient! She’ll always thank you with affection.
Usopp
🏹 Just like Sanji, he was immediately interested when he saw you. You were beautiful and unique, he couldn’t help but stare. When he first talks to you, he’s a bit nervous. He’s also overly formal because he thinks you’re a real angel, which is flattering.
🏹 You become his muse. If he’s not working on his inventions, he’s doodling you. Somedays he’ll ask you to pose for him and others he’ll simply sketch you doing everyday things. His sketchbook is full of hundreds upon hundreds of drawings of you.
🏹 He’ll ask to inspect your wings for his inventions. He wonders if he’d be able to replicate your wings in a technology format, like an aeroplane. He hopes that one day he’ll be brave and smart enough to accomplish the feat of flying with you.
🏹 Usopp will also study birds to make sure that he doesn’t hurt your wings and how to keep them in good condition. He enjoys preening them with you, because he read that it can be intimate between some birds. He gets embarrassingly flustered and shy in those moments.
Heyyy, could i get some straw hats(doesn't rlly matter which ones, preferably a sanji one tho) x a rlly tall reader. Just general fluff of how theyd be with someone like that, like im talking take the straw hats base height and add five feet to it.
There is a unfortunately lack of tall reader x op fics out there especially since there are ppl 20ft tall and literally giants in the serious. I dont want to be no little petite princess, chat I wanna be 10 feet tall and a boss.
Tyy for reader and possibly making :)
‘Reach for the stars’
Straw hats with a tall reader (10ft/304cm)!!
Contains: Ussop, Sanji, Luffy
A/N: Thanks for requesting! I never realized that there was a shortage in tall reader fanfics, but then again— I’m four foot eleven, so I’ve never really looked. Hope these headcanons meet your vision!
Luffy
🍖 As soon as he met you, he knew he wanted you on his crew. You were so tall, like Brook or Franky! And with your personality, he couldn’t pass a chance like that up! Immediately asks you a million and one questions about yourself and your height.
🍖 Luffy will stretch parts of his body to meet your height. Even if you tell him you can just bend down or look down to see him. But he insists. He’ll extend his torso, legs, even neck— he just wants to be on your level. Especially when he’s trying to give your orders as his captain.
🍖 He will ask you to pick him up. Constantly. Even when, like I just said, he can stretch to meet your height. But it’s so much work! It would be much easier if you just put him on your shoulders. Despite the irony, you almost always go along with his silly requests.
🍖 He’s not scared of you, but he damn well knows his place. He can’t swim and your arms give you a throwing motion that he will NOT survive if he gets flung into the ocean. He loves you, but he also wants to live to be King of the Pirates.
Sanji
🍽️ A little uncomfortable when you two first met. He knows you mean no harm, but lord have mercy, he feels small next to you. He wonders if that’s how Chopper feels all the time. He eventually warms up to you, like he does every crew member (except Zoro).
🍽️ When you two start dating, he feels a little emasculated. He’s supposed to be the man that can carry you and take the lead in dancing and lean down to kiss you. Instead, he’s doing all those things! It takes a while for him to get used to, and he definitely values the moments where you’re sitting or lying down and he can lean down to kiss you.
🍽️ Does not like being used as an armrest, but if you do, he won’t protest. He’ll scowl, but nothing else. And he will charge you a kiss for the job. He also doesn’t like being picked up. If you do wish to kiss Sanji, lean down.
🍽️ As much as he tries to be the man, pin him to a wall as you tower over him and he’ll FOLD. Immediately, blushing and nose bleeding. Your height difference is no inconvenience to him, at least, not in private. He finds it quite attractive when he gets over his insecure masculinity.
Ussop
🏹 Ussop was terrified when he first met you. He was semi convinced you were some kind of skin walker trying to steal his soul. After the initial shock, he still acted a little nervous around you. He just had to get to know you, because when he does, you’re as thick as thieves.
🏹 He’ll make up fantastical stories of you two after you start dating. Even though most of his stories revolve around his bravery, he’ll sometimes make himself the damsel in distress and you the tall attractive hero that saves him. Those stories are never heard by the rest of the crew, though.
🏹 Ussop mind being used as an armrest, as long as you be careful about his goggles. Picking him up makes him super flustered though. He’ll immediately start rambling and sputtering as his brain tries to compute what’s going on.
🏹 The fear from when he first met you is still in his soul, just not in the same way. It only comes out when you get mad at him or glare at him. Poor dude is fearing for his life. He’ll usually apologize and give you a gift or a drawing. He loves his 10 foot owner partner so much.
I haven't seen anyone talking about this and just wanted to make a quick post on here.
Akihiro Miwa recently passed away peacefully june 20th, and was not only a drag queen and a queer icon, but also the japanese voice of Arceus in the movie Arceus and the jewel of life, as well as the witch from Howl's moving castle and Moro from Princess Mononoke.
Rest in peace and thank you for the wonderfull impact you made in this world.
You stopped so quickly your boots dug furrows through the sand, grit spraying around your ankles as you caught yourself before walking straight into your captain's chest. Annoyed, you flicked your eyes past him to watch Killer disappear toward the Victoria Punk.
Your smile melted away as you moved back to try and see why Kid had decided to fully block your path.
His expression was off; irritated as usual but strangely anticipative. As though he was preparing for a debate with you about it.
“Hello,” you said and you fought the urge to comment on him being very much in your way. “Good to see you both alive.”
You were relieved to see him too and that grace alone rooted you long enough.
“Give him a bit,” Kid said, his voice quiet in a way he wasn’t very often, before he stepped around you to address the rest of his crew who had stopped cheering and shouting their greetings when you were stopped. “What had you lot been doing without us? Looks like you’ve been on a fucking holiday!”
You could have followed. He wasn’t in front of you anymore and it felt like something you should do. Desperately wanted to.
How long had you wrestled with the fear that they would never return? Days had felt like years as you walked a hole into the ground while you waited. Nobody dared talk to you for fear of your snap while you had waited. They barely got you to eat.
You looked over your shoulder at Kid and sighed, stepping past him to stand with the rest of the crew.
They didn’t comment. You figured they were just as confused as you.
Kid explained what happened in a short bark that told you nothing in detail. He looked everywhere but you as he spoke about a cursed devil fruit and another person they now had to watch out for when the waves got too high. The crew was furious. Their anger was loud enough to deafen but you were too busy waiting.
There would be time to be angry later – and you definitely would be furious – but for now, you just felt itchy. You had somewhere to be.
Kid looked at you, waiting and you shrugged.
“You two are back alive,” you said. “Rest doesn’t matter.”
“You’d better behave or – ”
“Don’t bother lecturing me about it,” you said. “You already know I won’t.”
“Wasn’t going to lecture you. Was going to threaten you.”
“You’re not very threatening when you look like you haven’t slept in a week. I’d probably be too fast for you to even catch.”
Kid glared at you but you weren’t lying.
“Did somebody hit you on the head when I was gone? Seems it killed the last bit of self-preservation you had.”
You smiled but the expression felt dauntingly wrong. He, at least, seemed normal. Short-tempered and agitated but that was far from unusual. It was more justified than the week before where he’d been upset at gulls for being noisy.
You took your time to find Killer again; found a spot at the edge of the skull and sat there for a time while the rest of the crew readjusted to the return.
Kid didn’t bother you with orders like he did the rest and you weren’t about to complain, lying and waiting until you grew bored with doing so. The common room had settled into its usual chaos already; voices overlapping beneath the groan of the ship while somebody argued loudly over cards somewhere near the back. None of it mattered much once you spotted Killer.
You didn’t hesitate before you made your way to where he was sitting, dropped next to him and settling your head on his lap.
He didn’t startle. Just quietly lowered a hand to rest against your ribs as he continued to read. You laced your fingers with his and let your eyes slip closed for a second.
Really, you cared very little at the moment about what happened.
He was home and that mattered far more.
Though, naturally, it didn’t take long for your captain to disturb your peace. His stomping arrival made you open one eye, blinking up at him as he marched his way over.
“Took you no time to be crawling all over him again.”
You waved your hand at him. “It’s my spot.”
“You’re taking up the whole seat.”
You stretched pointedly, extending your legs even further out until you really were. It really only seated three to begin with – two if they were the same size as Kid. “I know,” you complained. “We need a new one. A bigger one.”
“We don’t need a fucking bigger one. You need to stop using the whole thing. Move.”
You grumbled under your breath and rolled your eyes when Killer moved his book over in a way you couldn’t mistake. You shifted your weight and moved onto his lap instead, his arm supporting your back as you curled against his chest properly, head resting against his shoulder.
“You’re right, this is a much better seat,” you mumbled.
He hummed but didn’t respond. It was unusual for him to be quieter but it felt heavier than it had before.
Kid dropped heavily next to you, giving you a look that you returned in kind.
“Shouldn’t people come back less mean after they almost die?” you asked. “Have an epiphany and realise they love and value their friends?”
“Fuck off.”
“I’ve tried but you always come and find me before we leave an island,” you pointed out. “I know why though. It’s because you’d miss me too much.”
“Me?” he scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. It’s because Killer would be slightly annoyed.”
You lifted your head slightly to examine his helmet. It was quite scuffed, actually. You should offer to help him buff those marks out.
“Only slightly?”
“I might notice eventually.”
His voice was unexpectedly rough and yet, it sent a shot of happiness and relief through you so harsh that you almost bounced. Almost. You managed to wrangle it into nothing more than a smile but you had a feeling he knew.
Kid scoffed. “Only because it would be quieter.”
“Quieter? Half the time I can’t even hear my own thoughts over your own yelling and you’re worried about me?”
He said something you didn’t quite hear because under your shoulder, Killer’s chest tightened suddenly. You looked to him on instinct alone to see what was wrong and for a second, there was nothing. Then a short, choked laugh shoved its way out him and you realised.
The second followed louder and cruder. A few heads turned briefly before they realised what was happening and hurried to look back at what they were doing, almost forcefully.
Kid met your gaze before his attention moved elsewhere and you kicked his leg.
“Oi, I was ignoring you there. What did you say?”
“You were ignoring me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I ain’t fucking repeating myself.”
Another laugh broke through Killer’s chest and he straightened, arm tightening around you to not knock you flying as he struggled to gasp through it; sounding far too much like he was fighting for air.
You slipped from his lap and made your way to the, thankfully close, galley to grab two glasses of water.
The laughter had only grown worse since you left and you put his glass next to him before you slid straight back onto his lap. His shoulders were drawn tight beneath your arm, chest rising sharply as though each breath had to fight its way in.
As much as he hated his laugh, it wasn’t nearly as terrible of a sound as he’d made it seem to be. Though you winced slightly at the rough, choking nature that accompanied it.
His arm settled across your legs again, drawing you back against his chest as the laughter gradually lost its grip. Even then, his hands stayed tight around you for another moment, as though steadying himself.
You took a sip from your water and offered him some, moving the straw closer to the holes in his mask so he could drink.
“Sorry,” he muttered, voice awfully raw.
“All good,” you said, pressing a small kiss to the side of his mask. “Nothing to apologise for.”
You nudged Kid again with your boot until he batted hard at your leg, easily antagonised into continuing your earlier conversation. It took far, far too long for Killer to relax back into his seat again but eventually, he lifted the book again.
The laughing did take some getting used to. Obviously, it did.
Everything else you’d learned about Killer throughout your relationship had come in its own time but his laugh had never truly arisen. It was strange to move from never hearing more than a soft chuckle to the spontaneous outbursts he now had. It startled you, sure, but never for long and never enough to make you move.
The only time it drove you to behaving differently was you now consistently brought water around with you just in case, drinking as though it was meant for you and yet always offering it the second the laughter ceased.
It didn’t take long for it to turn into background noise.
The Victoria had never been a quiet ship to begin with and the laughter quickly disappeared under the groan of metal or the shouts of the crew. You noticed it only because it made him uncomfortable.
And he didn’t stop you from continuing as you always had. If you found him with an empty glass of water, mask pressed hard into the palms of his hands as though he may break through it, he’d still shift back enough to allow you to climb into his lap and tell him eagerly about your day.
If you found him staring at his Punishers, waiting for the laughter to subside before he continued to sharpen them, he still huffed and chuckled when you paused in your day to smother kisses over whichever parts of him you could reach.
And when you strolled into his room early in the morning while he was getting ready, caught his arm and dragged him back down, he followed you with ease.
“Late night?”
“I hate morning watch,” you grumbled, curling up against him and asleep before your thoughts even finished.
You slept deeply until a harsh jolt rippled beneath your cheek, the sudden movement dragging you sluggishly back toward consciousness. Raising your head at the rough movement, you looked around with heavy lids, confused for a second before the first set of wheezing laughs escaped him.
A half-choked apology got stuck in his throat behind the repressed laughs and you shook your head, rubbing your hand over his chest.
“’s fine,” you mumbled and dropped your head back down to rest on him again, unbothered by the movement. “Do you have water?”
“Yes,” he coughed out between the rough barks.
“Okay.”
You pressed closer against him, back asleep before the laughing had stopped.
You woke up far closer to midday than you reasonably should have. Not for a lack of things to get done (you were definitely ignoring most of your responsibilities) but nothing would blow up if you didn’t get to it within the hour. You lifted your head to glance toward the window, make sure it was the same day, and then dropped again, ready to sleep.
Killer tightened his arm around you once before he nudged you gently. “I won’t be able to stay here the whole day.”
“Try harder,” you muttered. “I’m not awake yet.”
“Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near this coherent when you talk in your sleep.”
You huffed, half amused and half annoyed that your sleeping self hadn’t set you up better. Then you pushed yourself up into a seat, legs tucked under you but still pushing against his side as you stretched deeply. There was that usual strange twinge in your neck that you got from lying on his chest; it was almost comforting to feel it again even though it annoyed you.
“Did I keep you here for long?” you asked.
He shrugged and sat up too. “You’re fine. Kid came in complaining but not much I can do if you’re sleeping on me.”
“I agree,” you hummed happily.
There was silence for a while as you came back to reality. Killer didn’t really sleep in much so you must have really been half over him for him not to move.
“It really doesn’t bother you?” he asked.
You shrugged and stretched your neck. “No. Kid never bothers me. I know he thinks that he does but – ”
“The laughing,” Killer corrected with a slight wheeze of it punctuating his point. “I woke you up earlier.”
You paused, blinking to remember if you had or not. Your brain brought back a blurry reminder of it as you thought.
“No,” you said.
“That’s it?”
“Should there be more?” you asked. “I can drag the word out if you want.”
He huffed and you moved to stand. Killer caught your arm before you could, pulling you back to him with a light tug. You didn’t resist, taking advantage of his invitation to settle loosely in his lap, thighs straddling his own and arms draped over his shoulders.
“Not what I mean,” he said.
You smiled and kissed the centre of his mask. “Then what do you want to hear? I don’t think you’re particularly interested in me saying I like the sound.”
“Because there’s no need to lie.”
“I’m not,” you said. “I do like the sound. I just don’t like that it’s hurting you.”
He hummed.
You pressed another few kisses to his mask. “Trust me, it would take a lot more than a laugh to bother me,” you said. “You know… it’s not that late in the morning. We could spend more time together and nobody would notice.”
“Kid would.”
“Maybe we should let him walk in on us once. Then we’d be free of him interrupting. I don’t think he’d risk it.”
Killer sighed but didn’t seem too interested in your joking at the moment. He reached up to undo the clasps of his mask, moving it away without fuss. You smiled when you saw the handsome face you hadn’t gotten to see since his return.
Still frightening attractive even with the broad, unnatural grin split over it.
“That looks uncomfortable,” you said.
“It is,” he agreed.
You cupped his face between your hands, turning it slowly from one side to the other as though seeing him again after far too long. The stretched smile never softened beneath your thumbs, but the familiar warmth of his skin did. You leaned in without thinking, pressing slow kisses across one cheek, then the bridge of his nose, then the other until his nose scrunched faintly in quiet protest.
“Is this going to take a while?” he asked.
“You knew what was coming when you took off that mask,” you hummed, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks where the skin was stretched roughly from the smile. “You can’t show me a face this handsome and expect me to keep my eyes to myself.”
“As though you do that even when the mask is on.”
You laughed softly to yourself. “True.”
“Though the face is probably more smiley than you remember.”
His expression remained unchanged as he spoke but you watched the annoyance flash through his gaze as the words left his tongue. It spoke to the anger still coiled deep inside your chest and how you wished you had an opportunity to see those who caused him any kind of discomfort so harsh as this.
“It is,” you agreed and leaned in to kiss his lips softly. “But you’re still a damn good kisser and hot as hell so…”
“You’re ridiculous sometimes.”
You brought a hand to your chest playfully. “Me?”
Killer hummed and leaned back. You followed him immediately, hand moving back to his jaw to not let him run too far when you weren’t done appreciating him yet. He sighed but the fondness to it was undeniable, especially as you pressed kisses over his cheeks.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t like it,” he said. “I don’t like it. It’s not going to offend me if you admit it changes things slightly.”
You squinted at him and shrugged. “I don’t like that you don’t like it.”
“Not the point.”
“I mean, not much else I can say. You’re far too pretty for a smile to change much.”
He hummed. “You don't need to sit through it every time. I know they’re loud and disruptive. I wouldn’t take it personally.”
You rolled your eyes. “Okay but if I moved away, I wouldn’t be touching you and I don’t think I could survive that.”
Killer chuckled then, one of the normal ones he always gave you. “Ridiculous.” The affection in his voice was almost smothering.
“So, unless you want me to collapse from the pain of it all, I guess I’m going to have to stay close.”
“Right.”
You smiled and dropped your weight more firmly into his lap, thighs squeezing tightly around him. “This is my spot,” you reminded him. “It’ll take way more than some laughter and a smile to move me away from it.”
“I’ve noticed that.”
“Good.”
Killer leaned forward, head resting against your collarbone as a laugh startled from his chest. It shook through you as you ran your fingers through his hair, more tumbling from him as he leaned into you.
You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, laughing softly alongside him, close enough to his ear that he could hear your voice mixed alongside his own.
And maybe it was your imagination, but they sounded nowhere near as painful when he wasn’t trying to keep them in.
OP boys reaction to their s/o kissing them unexpectedly
Warning: Fluff
Feat: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer
Luffy
— "eh?"
— Believe me, that's the only response you'll be getting from him. He knows that your kisses are good! But he's confused why would you that unexpectedly.
Sanji
— "ahh!! My heart! Y/N-chan!"
— He'll dramatically collapse on the floor! With his hand placed over his chest, with matching nose bleed! as if he had a heart attack. Well you'll be needing to call chopper.
Zoro
— "Oi!! What's wrong with you?!"
— He'll be red as a tomato. Well he's embarrassed! He'll be scolding you for kissing him unexpectedly! But deep inside! He likes it.
Law
— "Shit! What was that for?"
— He's red not because his mad! He's red! Because he's freaking embarrassed! Believe me! He'll be covering his mouth while talking to you. He will even ask you to leave.
Kid
— "Damn shorty! Feeling aggressive today?"
— He likes it! Like he really liked it. Kid will gently wrap his arm around your waist! Just wait a few seconds before he grabs you by your arm and brings you to his room. Well.....
Killer
— "Thank you baby"
— He's a big softie! He'll be glad that you're showing him how much you love him. Killer will gently press a gentle kiss on your forehead and to your lips! Showing how much he loves you too.
Idea. Kidnapped friend. Platonic! Yandere! Pantalone x GN! Adult! Fine with the Whole Situation! Reader! x Platonic! Yandere! Dottore
Imagine... Dottore and Pantalone, who, deep inside, just want to have someone with whom they can have normal, non-Fatui/non-experiment/non-bank related conversations, to have a friend, who aren't afraid of them, with whom they can be normal people. And, they both know, that they will cherish this friend. Pantalone is ready to spoil them rotten. Dottore will join him.
But... They couldn't find anyone. Other Harbingers don't really like them. Other Fatui run off, when Pantalone or Dottore show even a bit of interest in them. And the ones who stayed weren't interested in knowing Pantalone or Dottore better. They saw interested superiors and a way to raise in ranks.
Situation with civilians wasn't any better. No one like having an "Evil Doctor" or "Ruthless Banker" near.
Maybe, at that point, they should just give up. They couldn't find anyone to be close to.
And than, one day, in an uncharacteristic wave of desperation, they kidnapped you. A stranger from the street.
They were mentally ready for the fighting, for yelling, for attempts to fight. Only to find out, that you were fine with the whole situation. You don't even need much, just a place away from your jerk of a boss, and healthy 8-hour sleep every day. Besides, Pantalone and Dottore were quite interesting to talk to, even on simple topics.
People will learn rumours about two harbingers keeping a poor civilian locked away. Some people will try to save you.
But...
You don't want to be saved. You liked your new life, Dottore and Pantalone were real treasures, and you now get all time you want to learn, or to get hobbies.
Pantalone and Dottore quickly grew fond of you. Now, they were ready to protect you from anyone who try to take you away from them. And they were planning to visit your former boss.
I’m still thinking about tsugikuni reader because they’d be absolutely terrifying in the chunin exams
This would also mean Kabuto can’t drop out due to how lopsided it would make the battles and all I can think about is Kabuto facing this fucking powerhouse of a swordsman and thinking “fuuuuck I’m so fuuuucked”
Everyone watching in horror as the stapled on teammate of team 7 shows who outclassing who
Kabuto sees his life flash before his eyes and wonders if that’s all he really did with his life as he basically blasted into a wall within the first two seconds of the match starting
