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[michelmims]

ACE ✨🔥❤️‍🔥 ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

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[ducky531]

The unhinged things that run through my mind (More WB pirates head canons)

I have had a very, VERY fun day. (Hint the sarcasm...) To be quite frank, I think I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but I felt like fighting someone all day. (Not verbally. When I tell you I ready SO READY to knock someone into the next timezone over. Yeah, I was DONE.) Soooo, I figured that it'd be a fun- and probably good idea- to actually write head canons for every one of the crew members and how they handle their partner when they're overly angry. I was going to actually write things that set them off as well, but everyone's different. So it'd be more inclusive to actually just leave it out. I'll probably break this up in parts depending on how far I get on this, so please just bear with me. Anyways, enjoy! :3 _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

Marco: -This dude knows exactly what's wrong and why. He's a doctor, so he has to keep tabs on everyone. Besides, he's the first mate, and if there was a quarrel of some kind, he obviously has to know in order to avoid getting Whitebeard involved.

-Most of the time, his comforting is scolding you for flying off the handle and acting irrationally- or what he sees as irrational- but usually will force you to go cool off on your own. Does it seem harsh? Yes. Is it a sort of abuse of his authority? To an extent, maybe. But the doctor knows best, especially when it comes to you.

-After being sent off on your own, you don't see ANYONE. Everyone including Whitebeard himself are instructed to steer clear of you and his room. You're lucky if Marco is forgiving enough to actually allow Thatch to personally walk a plate whatever he makes for dinner into the room instead of leaving a covered platter outside your door and knocking to let you know it's there.

-Somehow that makes you angry...or upset, at some point you really lost track of why you were angry, or who you were angry at in comparison to being upset with Marco for secluding you. But, by now you've caught on that he does it so you redirect your anger at him. He can handle it, and he knows how to fix it. Most of the others aren't exactly skilled in psychology- or, well, understanding you, so it's best for him to deal with it.

-By the time Marco finally comes to see you, you won't even look at him. But this smooth MF knows what he's doing. No matter how hard you try to push him away, evidently he doesn't leave. Instead, he lays down on your shared bed without a word and faces away from you. So now both of you pretty much don't say a word to one another.

-Finally, you do eventually break down and give in. You miss his voice, his touch, his warmth. Even if you're angry, surely you can put your differences aside for a FEW minutes, right? Just for one teensy hug?

-A mumbled 'sorry' is all he can manage to get from you at first, but after feeling the bed shift, he eventually finds your arms trying to pull him in a tight hug.

-Smiling at the relief that he feels, he turned to meet your own gesture with his usual comforting embrace. Arms pulling you in, chin resting on top of your head, anything he can do to hold onto you and chase your anger away. He hates seeing you upset. Of all people, he understands that it's normal to feel overwhelming emotions at times, but even he has his limits of what he can bear.

Thatch:

-Lord, help this man if you ever get angry. Basically being the ray of sunshine on the ship, he doesn't actually know how to handle you being angry.

-Would you get mad if he made you your favorite food? Favorite dessert? Drink? Usually, he doesn't know how to approach you- or anyone for that matter- when they're angry, and the last thing that he wants to do is make you even more angry AND waste food in the process...ok, maybe not waste food since he knows Ace would GLADLY accept it, but you get the point.

-He gets so caught up in trying to figure out how to cheer you up that he doesn't even realize that he's been avoiding you the whole day. And somehow, that only added fuel to the fire. Now he's screwed up...just great. What's he supposed to do now? The only real sign that he's officially in the dog house is when Izo comes to give him an earful for 'being a hopeless fool'.

-You yourself don't actually realize him basically ignoring you all day was due to him trying to figure out how to cheer you up, not make you worse. But to you, it felt like he didn't want to deal with an 'emotional partner', so you end up storming off. And for a while, no one knows where you went.

-By the time anyone finds you, Thatch has already figured out what to do. Neither of you two talk- though, it's more of you sulking in your shared room, and him working away with a goofy grin thinking his plan is fool proof.

-You don't actually pay attention to how long you've been sulking by yourself, the only real sound of life actually remembering you're angry existence was the knock that came to the door, followed by his usual chipper voice calling out. You figured it was just to make sure you had at least ate once for the day, but somehow you were wrong.

-Thatch might be a hopeless fool- as per Izo's own words- but he was also a lovesick one. What you assumed was a normal meal ended up being a simple tray of different things you liked to snack on. Most of which were things he recalled you saying were comfort foods when you were younger- and even some he saw you sneaking on days you were just not having it. Simple enough, it kept the kitchen happy AND had quite a bit of effort put into it.

-What he expected was for you to be angry or just give a simple 'thanks'. So when you practically broke down in tears at his efforts, he felt worse. But only for a few after you started to babble on through tears how he was too good for you and always knew just what to do. Well, I guess he does something right. And that's enough to make him happy.

-The rest of the night is spent with the two of you simply talking about what had happened, and simply cuddling...of course, right after he scolded you himself for not eating much that day. Don't think you got off that easy just because you were angry. Taking care of yourself is just as important, and he'll make sure you understand that.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ I'll be breaking this down into six parts or so, just to keep me from getting overwhelmed when I write these. I wanted to go with these two for now, though, because...let's be honest, who DOESN'T like them?! (Aka, Thatch is a huge comfort character of mine, and Marco is also getting there with the head canon version I'm making of him. He was actually my first favorite before I saw Corazon, But he's just as big of a comfort character to me like Thatch is <3 ) Also, do you guys actually like these head canons that I make? I'd like to know, just so I can start trying to compile a master list of all of my writing works, or even try to make a second blog/ Archive of our own account to actually compile all of my writing works separately since I'll be doing more animation projects in the near future! :3

[agmax]

Ace

[spacepiratenemo]

The one hug - Headcanon

#comic #fanfiction 🐭🤍🔥

This scene right here? It's one of my all-time favorites because it signifies a significant evolution in Nemo's character and behavior. ⚠ #characterdevelopment

Sure, Ace and Nemo have shared hugs before, but those moments were usually a bit one-sided. You see, Nemo's  mutated lunarian biology means she needs thermal energy to survive. Nemo doesn’t need food nor water, her biology relies on leeching heat. When her energy levels dipped, she found it tough to straight-up ask Ace for fire. Instead, she'd kinda just... hover her hand near him until he caught on and sparked them up. But sometimes, she'd pull back, feeling awkward or insecure, and that's when the grumps would kick in - so she acted like it was a major inconvenience to her.

But let's be real, it was never that big a deal. Eventually, she started to crave those moments, not for the warmth, but for the closeness. ❤

It took her a while to realise she was after his touch, not just his fire. But being Nemo, she never straight-up admitted it. So, she'd play it off cool, asking Ace to 'warm her up,' and he'd respond with a comforting hug and a casual “No need to be shy!”. And Nemo? She'd shoot back with a quick “I'm not shy. I just need heat, okay? Don’t read stuff into this! It’s not like I want this, understand?” 😅

Sure, there've been comforting embraces before, like after Nemo's breakdown from grief and loss. But this hug? This one's different. It's Nemo taking the lead, openly asking for it; OPENLY ADMITTING TO IT! *pls insert shock here* 😨

SHE hugged him - Not the other way around! And that's NEW to Ace - it’s surprising to hear these words coming from her. This moment right here? It's a game-changer, marking a shift from best friends to lovers. 🧡💛💙🖤

Thank you for your love and support; it's greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy this cute, wholesome little scene 🤩

Author’s Note.: As always, I condensed the scene a little bit to make it fit into a single post. Let’s go through this comic page by page: 

It took Nemo a few days to muster the courage to take this step, to simply embrace him, yearning for that closeness. This early morning, she couldn't hold back any longer, so she decided to just go for it - and she did, albeit regretting it almost instantly as her shyness crept in. What if this was cringe? This wasn’t cool and Nemo struggled showing any form of vulnerability openly. 

Ace, caught off guard by this new and unexpected gesture, assumed she was merely feeling chilly, especially as she shivered faintly. But when Nemo denied being cold, it sparked his curiosity. He inquired if she had another nightmare, knowing well that, if Nemo managed to sleep at all, she often grappled with haunting visions of the moon-colony’s destruction. His surprise only deepened when Nemo denied this too.

The 'pleasant' shock escalated further as she grew even more bashful, her cheeks flushing, her heart racing, her shivering intensifying. Despite her nervousness and fear of rejection, she refused to lie again. It marks one of those very rare moments where Nemo didn’t act tough (Tsundere) - but sweet instead. Using qualifiers like 'kinda' and 'sorta,' she openly confessed that all she wanted in that moment was a hug. Hearing this filled Ace with immense joy; and, as if that wasn't enough, Nemo looked as adorable as ever. She was incredibly precious at that moment,  though he couldn't vocalise this to her directly, knowing she’d only scowl at him for saying the forbidden “cute” word.  Slowly finding himself falling for his best friend too, he couldn't resist pulling her back into his embrace after she distanced herself slightly, holding her tightly, drawing her close. 'Why not just say so?' Oh, Nemo, you truly made that boy's day, and you deserve all the love and hugs in the world. 💖

[sirarthurcrux]

I tried

[notonepiece]

Rouge, about Roger: He was an angel that fell from heaven.

Ace, whispering: So was Lucifer.

[oikiwitooru]

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

The air around the room was thick and musty with a stench of blood and sweat, bloodcurdling screams can be heard in all directions, begging, pleading for mercy. A place where no hope could bloom, and for where hell rules in itself.

Impel Down.

Her steps echoed against the thick cold walls, painfully slow, as though each cells and prisoners kept inside isn't bothering her not even a bit. Loud booming voices accompanied with undignified cat calls reach her ears in a displeasing manner, as though they find her easy to mess with. Indeed her beauty was something that draws people for attention, and she finds lots of uses for it, but she never took pride from her looks alone.

As she continued down the path, her long pristine coat flows behind her gracefully, like a royal's robe, at the mere sight alone, the prisoners' voices was silenced down in a deafening halt. They bit their tongue in nothing but pure fear, every cell in their body screaming for them to move as far away as possible.

Her steps halted once she's arms reach from a prison cell that contains the person she wanted to see.

The cell was dark, cold, the sound of the muted seawater encircling around the vicinity can be heard, instilling distant fears among its prisoners. However, the lone man sat on the corner held by chains around his wrists, never finds it the least bit terrifying nor it amuses him. His head was strung low, his dark fringe matted with sweat hid his eyes, but it's enough for her to notice that he's conscious, despite all the bruises and wounds from all the beating and torture he went through for who knows how long.

"Portgas."

Her voice, it was calm, and brave. A tone something you would only hear from a person when they feel at ease. But at the same time it was commanding, sending chills down the spine of any person who hears it.

"______." her first name rolls around his tongue with such familiarity as though he had chanted this before like an endless mantra. He soon lifted his head slowly, a playful smirk tugging the corners of his lips.

"I thought you never want to see me again?" he asks, his voice was suggesting a tone of amusement, someone in his condition shouldn't possess.

Disregarding the way the man refers her, the woman took a step forward, her eyes staring straight to his own.

"I'm surprised you've been holding on." She stated simply, a feeble way to irritate the grown man,

Her words however can only emit a gleeful chuckle from him. "You know all too well I'm not an easy kill." He retorts back, amusement dripping from his voice.

The woman was silent for a moment, the air was turning thick between them.

She gritted her teeth slightly, hands balling up in tight fists. The raven noticed her sudden distress, but he couldn't risk asking her why, no words left his mouth, he can only stare at her frame, standing tall before him. One wouldn't even notice the slight shake of her shoulders, and her tensed breathing, But Ace was always known to notice even the littlest of details, and she wasn't an exception, no. not for him.

"You knew all too well you fucked up."

Blunt as always,

It just never fails to amuse him.

Although in pain, the male laughs heartily, his voice echoes around the room that haven't heard such a gleeful laugh for who knows how long, some prisoners might mistook it as a laugh of someone who finally lost their sanity... and maybe it's only a matter of time before he did. Or maybe he finally does.

"...I know."

Note: This is a prologue of a story I’m writing in my Wattpad Account: (@ELPHIONE) If you want to read more, feel free to visit my profile. :)

[roblucciismyhusband]

Gib pats or he will get sed :((

or he will go fight saka-dog and you wont get to pat him agai-//punched

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