♪ Baby, I can't hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type 1OP boys batlling a recurrent disease... jealousy
before all else, ace's part is suggestive lol. I haven't written hcs in a while so enjoy! lowercase intended.
ACE is as fiery as his devil fruit. in battle and passion. so when a stranger walks up to you in the bar, eyes swooning over you and voice smooth for you, he loses it. his body accidentally bursts into flames, that grow larger and larger with every meter he closes in. he sees the way you awkwardly decline the advances, and he knows very well it's out of your control. so he grabs the extra drink meant for you, chugs it down and slams it in front of the stranger. "we're leaving." he'd mutter, pulling you along out the small bar. and, hey, he knows you couldn't do anything. but he needs to let that steam out. so he'll ignore your apologies. not out of spite. but because you shouldn't be the one to do so. he'll make it up to you by becoming your personal heater in the evening, don't worry. i'd say be prepared for a bunch of manhandling, but i think you'd like that. freak.
"I'm hotter than him, though, right?" he's mutter, a pout on his lips as he presses soft kisses along your collarbones.
"whatever makes you sleep at night."
"oh, that's easy!" hands slither down to where you're waistband meets your skin and he starts pulling on the fabric off.
"ace!"
LAW is such a fake idgaf'er. he acts like he doesn't care when you're holding conversations with strangers in random islands you dock in, but his crew knows otherwise. how? oh, simple. he starts avoiding the problem at hand. questions left unanswered, doors locked, and gazes averted. it'll take a whole day to maybe even three before he'll start apologizing through his actions. he'll leave his long furry coats out on the open when you get cold, place his hat on your head for supervision when he's on a fight (when you so clearly are too), even going as far as using his powers to teleport you from one room to another when you unintentionally mention it.
"so, will you finally tell me why you won't even look at me yesterday?" you'd cock your head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of his hat-covered face.
"they were too persistent." he'd mutter. "I don't like other people pestering you."
"aww, you were jealous." you'd coo, making the surgeon push your face away. "look at us, we're practically married." you laugh softly, moving from in front of him to sit beside him, placing a hand atop his, resting on his thigh.
"we should hold the ceremony soon then."
"eh?"
ZORO doesn't get why you'd want to test your new weapon upgrades with a nami instead of him. what, is she suddenly stronger than he is? but he'd observe your movement, new actions, how smoother you are compared last time. and as much as he hates it, he'll start criticizing your flaws. too sloppy. didn't duck quick enough. missed an opportunity to strike back. and he'll tell you when you're done. he's petty about it. and he knows it'll piss you off. but hey, if he can't have you while training, he'll get your attention one way or another.
"not bad." his breathing's heavier, matching yours.
he's down on the wooden planks of the sunny's deck; one arm behind him, pinned down by you and your weapon aimed at his back. true to his nature, zoro did tell you about your mistakes during your little spar. tell is an understatement, he practically mocked you.
"take it back now." you grit your teeth, pushing the blunt end of your weapon against his marred back.
"take what back? you are sloppy." you give up, letting him go and letting him get up while you stood above him.
"see, you're letting your enemy off too easily."
brat.
SANJI's a soft soul. he's known to be a sweetheart, most especially when it comes to women. oh, but this girl's not giving up, is she? she's been clinging to you all day since you helped her tie her dress' bow. he'd tail you, just a few feet behind. and he can sense how tense you are when the girl links your arms, talking non stop about anything she can think of. "so, when's your butler going to stop following us?" a pout would form on her lips, almost as if begging you to shoo him away. and before he speaks, you tell her off. finally. he's been patient far too long. you wave the girl off, pulling sanji along and you're sure she's on the verge of tears even though she smiles back at you.
"ma chère. she called me your butler." he'd whine, linking your arms.
"I know, sanji."
"don't get me wrong, I'd love to serve you for the rest of our lives—"
"I know, sanji."
"but couldn't she tell I'm your husband?"
"sanji—"
"I know we aren't married yet, but we will be, and it's important to me that people know off the bat we're both accounted for, even before the formalities—" you cut him off with a quick peck on the lips and start pulling him towards the merry with a deadpan as he swoons over the simple gesture.
LUFFY doesn't radiate jealousy often. in fact, anyone who comes near you is befriended when he's around in a 3 meter radius. but today's different. today, even after luffy has repeatedly dragged this guy away (both subtly and intentionally), he just won't let up. but luffy has full trust you can handle your situations until you call for him. so he just sits idly by, waiting for you to act. and as much as he gets pouty and upset, he waits it out. when you come back, without the baggage of the guy tailing you around, he lights up like the sun itself.
"he's a bit weird, huh?" he'd laugh, your intertwined hands swinging as he skips beside you.
"he's a lot weird." you add and he laughs even more.
"I knew you could deal with him though, you're really cool!" he grins, squeezing your hand
SABO, as active and reckless as he is in the field, seems to have as much patience as his father figure. surprisingly enough, even with koala's constant nagging and hack's 'philosophical advices', sabo's gained enough patience to deal with them. mostly to let everything they say pass from one ear to another. so it's no surprise he deals with your admirers pretty well. in fact, he's really proud. not only did he take you off the market, he also gets to flaunt around that you took him. oh, but best believe he has boundaries set about your little sea of suitors. when a trio walks up to, no gifts in hand, just sly grins and malicious gazes, he's quick to step in before they try anything.
"sabo?"
"yes, my love?"
"hack says there's supposed to be three new recruits that need orientation."
"uh huh?" he hums, not even looking up from his newspapers.
"any chance you ran into them?" Your tone shifts, something between suspicion and tease, and he finally looks up to greet your smirk with one of his.
"no clue, deputy chief."
"don't throw that title around." he'd chuckle, lifting the papers back to his face.
"it's upside down." you'd say before leaving his office and he's quick to flip his papers around with a flush on his cheeks. "check the back field!" he'll add, a slight yell because he knows you're not far.
