How about some headcanons about hand size differences (preferably reader's are smaller) with stardust crusaders? I crave something sweet and sappy
I feel you I have some tiny baby hands 💔 but this idea is literally adorbs 🥹🥹🫰
Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff
- The first time Jotaro realizes how small your hands are compared to his, it’s almost accidental. You reach for his hand while walking, and his fingers completely envelop yours. He pauses mid-step, glancing down with that familiar, unreadable expression - but his ears tint slightly pink.
- He doesn’t make it a big deal, but the difference quietly fascinates him. When you hold hands, he sometimes traces circles with his thumb over your knuckles - not consciously flirtatious, more like he’s grounding himself through it.
- Jotaro has a subtle protective streak about it. If you reach for something high or handle something heavy, he’ll wordlessly take over. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you tease him, which earns you an exasperated “Yare yare daze.”
- When you’re studying or reading together, you’ll notice him absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers - lining them up against his own, flexing his hand to see how much bigger it is. It’s one of the few times he smiles openly, if softly.
- If you ever wear his gloves or try to mimic his pose with your hands in your pockets, he’ll watch you with that half-smirk that barely touches his eyes but means everything. He never says it out loud, but he loves how his things look oversized on you.
- During fights or dangerous moments, he’ll grab your wrist instead of your hand - partly so he doesn’t hurt you with his grip. There’s a tenderness in that small gesture; he knows exactly how strong he is and treats you with deliberate care.
- You once teased him by calling his hands “perfect for a hero.” He scoffed, muttered something about “idiot,” but you saw how his hand tightened slightly around yours afterward, holding on a little longer than usual.
- In quieter moments - like when stargazing or on long train rides - he’ll hold your hand loosely in his lap, thumb resting against the edge of your finger. It’s less about romance in those moments and more about silent reassurance: you’re there, safe, real.
- The moment Joseph notices how small your hands are compared to his, he immediately points it out - loudly. Expect a, “Whaaaat?! Look at this, your hand’s tiny!” as he dramatically presses your palms together just to show off the size difference.
- He’ll use it as an excuse to flirt constantly. If you try to reach for something, he’ll swoop in with an exaggerated “Allow me, sugar! These big, strong hands weren’t made for nothing!” while striking a heroic pose.
- Despite the theatrics, he genuinely loves holding your hand. He’ll lace his fingers through yours and occasionally wiggle them just to make you giggle at how easily your hand gets lost in his.
- When you’re walking together, he’ll make a point of swinging your hands or gently bumping his shoulder against yours. The playful energy keeps things light, but underneath it, there’s genuine affection and pride in being close to you.
- Joseph secretly melts when you press your smaller hands against his cheeks or tug on his sleeve to get his attention. He’ll grin and kiss your fingertips because he can’t resist hamming it up every time.
- During calmer moments - like sitting in the hotel or at camp - he’ll trace patterns on your palm while rambling about past adventures. It’s soothing for both of you, though he’d never admit how fond that habit has become.
- He occasionally jokes that your small hands make his look “extra manly.” But if you ever get self-conscious about it, he immediately drops the jokes and says something surprisingly sweet, like “Nah, I love ’em that way. They fit perfectly with mine.”
- When he gets older, the teasing softens into something more nostalgic. He might look at your intertwined hands and chuckle, murmuring, “Guess time doesn’t change everything, huh?” before kissing the back of your hand like he always used to.
- The moment Polnareff notices how small your hands are next to his, he gasps as if it’s the most romantic discovery in the world. He’ll clasp your hand in both of his and declare something like, “Mon dieu! Your hands are so tiny and perfect, just like you!” - earning a laugh (and maybe an eye-roll) from everyone nearby.
- He’s all about physical affection. He loves holding your hand, kissing your fingers, and dramatically pressing your hand to his chest while saying something like, “You hold my heart right here, chérie!” He means every word, even if he adds flair for show.
- When you walk together, he insists on intertwining your fingers because he likes the way your hand disappears in his. He’ll sometimes hold your hand up next to his and grin, calling himself your “bigger, handsomer protector.”
- Despite his flamboyant nature, Polnareff is genuinely tender. If your hands ever get cold, he’ll immediately take them in both of his and rub them warm, murmuring soft little comments in French that he pretends you don’t understand.
- He’s a sucker for cute, domestic habits - like watching you cook, write, or fiddle with your hair. He’ll always find some way to compliment how “graceful” your hands look when you do even the smallest thing.
- When you hold his face with both hands, he practically melts. He’ll close his eyes, grin, and say, “Ah, mon amour, I am but putty in your delicate little hands.” He means it every time.
- In private, Polnareff sometimes gets quiet - his usual bravado replaced by something softer. He’ll play with your fingers, tracing little hearts on your palm while talking about his dreams or teasingly imagining your future together.
- If you ever feel self-conscious about having small hands, he won’t have it. He’ll kiss each knuckle, one by one, and tell you with absolute sincerity, “They’re perfect. They make everything you touch look loved.”
- The first time he notices how small your hands are, it’s pure curiosity. He gently takes your hand while you’re walking and studies the size difference, his eyes softening as he smiles. “You’re delicate,” he says, not mockingly, but as if he’s genuinely in awe.
- Kakyoin has a calm way of showing affection. When you sit together - whether you’re sketching, reading, or just relaxing - he’ll absentmindedly hold your hand, his thumb tracing gentle, rhythmic patterns along your fingers.
- He loves comparing your hands to his when you’re both doing something creative, like painting or playing games. He finds it cute how you try to match his finger movements and sometimes slips his hand over yours to “guide” you, even if you don’t really need the help.
- Kakyoin is reserved in public, but hand-holding is an exception. Your smaller hand fits perfectly in his, and he quietly likes the idea that he can protect you with such a simple gesture. It reminds him that you’re there - something worth cherishing in a dangerous journey.
- He occasionally teases you by holding something up just out of your reach, but it’s always good-natured. He’ll relent immediately, slipping his hand back into yours afterward as if to say he didn’t mean to let go for long.
- When you gesture animatedly while talking, he finds himself watching your hands more than listening to your words - fascinated by how expressive you can be. It becomes one of his favorite things about you.
- If you ever complain about your small hands, Kakyoin smiles softly and says something like, “They’re perfect the way they are.” Then he’ll lace his fingers between yours and remark how naturally they fit together - like it was meant to be that way.
- In quiet moments under the stars or while resting between battles, he’ll hold your hand against his chest, feeling both your heartbeat and his. The size difference becomes less about appearance and more about connection - steady, intimate, grounding.
- Avdol notices the size difference long before he ever comments on it. He’s observant and quietly attentive, so the first time your hand brushes his - maybe when you pass him something or steady yourself beside him - he can’t help but glance down and smile faintly at how your fingers look so small next to his.
- When you hold hands, he’s careful. His grip is firm but never tight - protective yet respecting your space. There’s something grounding in the feel of your smaller hand resting in his, and he often squeezes once, gently, as a silent “I’m here.”
- Avdol finds beauty in subtle gestures. He might take your hand when telling you something serious, rubbing his thumb slowly across your knuckles. It’s his way of steadying both of you while he speaks.
- In moments of rest, he likes to study your hand - always with gentle curiosity. He’ll trace the lines of your palm and sometimes compare them to his, smiling quietly when he realizes how much larger and rougher his own are. “You have hands meant for creating,” he might murmur, “while mine were forged to protect.”
- He treasures the contrast. When you cradle his face or tug on his robe sleeve, he feels this surge of warmth - because it reminds him of how love can exist in both strength and softness.
- If your hands ever get cold, Avdol will wrap both of his around yours and blow a soft stream of warm air between them, chuckling when you tease him about using Magician’s Red instead. “A flame that close might burn,” he says, “and your hands are too precious for that.”
- During quiet nights on the Crusaders’ journey, he sometimes holds your hand as you fall asleep. The simple contact reassures him that, in a world as unpredictable as theirs, some things - your presence, your trust - remain constant.
- Avdol doesn’t say “I love you” constantly, but when he looks from your hand to your eyes after a moment of soft silence, you can always tell. The way his thumb traces your skin speaks louder than words ever could.
