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their love language ft. the monster trio ayeee <3
another silly little set of headcannons for the biggest dumbasses in all the seas!!
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x GN! reader
set-up: y'all idk, im just in the one piece vibe today (i say, 456th day in a row)
warnings: slightly suggestive for zoro and sanji's part
luffy:
physical touch!!! - omg i dont even need to explain this. - this man has NO CONCEPT of personal space. - doing your makeup? okay just sit on his lap when you do it (not even in a sexual way my lord get a grip). looking at the sea dramatically? okay hold his hand anyways while you do that. eating lunch? yeah he's touching your calf with his toe like a weirdo. - but he is a weirdo we love - this isn't exclusive to just you. the entire crew is his tree and he is a fucking koala. a himbo koala who you love. - but ever since you started dating, yeah it is quite hard for him to leave your side. - you entertain it but there are instances like this: "luffy please get off my arm, i cannot wash the dishes like this" this usually leads to him saying okay and rearranging himself to hold you from your waist as he stands behind you. - as much as you love it, there are moments when you just cannot anymore but king luffy can make you change your mind with his fucking grin. - also no need to mention that luffy is 100% the most emotionally mature/understanding of the crew, so he will give you space whenever you need it. - he just thinks it's better if you cry in bed about something when he's nearby bcause "what if you realize you're crying cause youre hungry?? then i will have to fetch you meat. i should be around for that." "luffy. i never cry because i'm hungry." "you don't know that. what if you were hungry all along??" - you gave up. - actually its quite nice to hold someone's hand when you cry. you quite like it. - just let him hold your hand when you're going through your bi-weekly mental breakdown, he appreciates you <3
zoro:
pretty mf aaahhh <3
words of affirmation!! - i do see him as a hoe for words of affirmation. argue with the wall. i cannot hear you lalalala. - he has subconsciously decided he needs to be strong for the crew, for you, for himself. weaklings cannot be the worlds greatest swordsman, after all. - everyone on the crew appreciates him ofcourse, but it is almost routine for him to save them any time of the day (or even someone else for that matter) - so when (pre-dating) you absent-mindedly thanked him for catching a sea-king for dinner, he was stuck. - like physically stuck. homeboy was frozen. staring at you like a deer in headlights. - when you asked him if he was okay, he brushed you off and you didn't see him for the rest of the evening (not even for dinner). he wouldn't admit it, but he stuffed his head against a pillow and almost screamed. and then he grinned against the same pillow for the rest of the night. what the fuck was wrong with him. - post-dating you has since found his kryptonite. - he did the most basic thing? he showered for once? say thank you and watch as he fucking melts into the ground once and for all. oml tell him he looks pretty and he will probably go to his room and cry. (please tell him he's pretty.) tell him his training form is good, he is ready to become a malewife (doesnt even know what that is but he is ready.) - still refuses to admit his weakness though. - "thankyou so much for taking me out on that date. i had so much fun." he is blushing ear to ear, he is fighting off a grin, he is shrugging but in reality he is fighting off a stupid dance move, "it was no big deal" "yes it was. thank you. i love you." yeah, he now believes he loves you 169% more than he did like 2 seconds ago - turn him into a bottom in one second by appreciating him during sexy times. (v. v. fun). he becomes a flustered, blushing mess. - appreciate him. he blushes. you get a good view. win-win situation tbh
sanji:
acts of service!! - he might be smooth with words and always ready to pull off a grand gesture to show his love for you but you make him toast when he's sick and he is asking you to marry him - actually he always asks you to marry him but like this is special to him - please give him a cookie and watch him fall on his knees i beg you - it isn't even limited to him. he sees you help chopper carry something particularly heavy or sees you taking care of nami when she has a cold and he is ready to wife you up again. - it could be the smallest of things and it would still make him fall heads over heels in love with you once again - you found his lost sock for him? heart eyes. you brushed and braided his hair as a joke when he was laying in your lap? his head is spinning. you bought him a tie to match one of his suits? he's practically foaming at the mouth. - whatever you do, no matter how small, expect 10x more in return "you did this for me?" (referring to the smallest of things) "yeah" you shrug "i am gonna make you doughnuts now." "you don't have to-" "no. i will." - he is up before the sun rises, making you doughnuts now cause yesterday before sleeping you laid out clothes on the bed for him - just such a nice human being i luv him - but if you do plan to pull a big gesture like taking him out on a date, be ready to be wined and dined and then some more (he has quite strong legs, he can stay on his knees for hours if you know what i mean) - anyways just like love him and buy him a perfume cause you thought he'd like it - he is now ready to die for you at 200x the speed he was before
a/n: going thru one piece brainrot session rn
love language
ft. opla!zoro and opla!sanji
zoro.
he’s never been one for loud proclamations of love — or really loud proclamations of anything (other than maybe becoming the world’s greatest swordsman, but even then) — because to him, actions have always spoken louder than words; so he tells you in not so many words but in ever so many actions — in the way he’s always half a step behind you, his arm close enough to brush against yours, his eyes scanning the city street, the restaurant, the skyline of a furtive, dream-scape sea, for any kind of harm that might befall you; in the way he presses a palm to the small of your back, or the way he instinctively moves to stand between you and anything he deems a threat; in the way he smiles when he watches you, an implicit, helpless thing; in the way that everyone can see it but himself, and he’d deny it if ever asked, but in the softness of his body whenever you’re near (because soft isn’t a thing he’s ever been terribly good at, but with you… it never feels as hard as it once seemed); in the way he knows you by the sound of your footsteps, the rhythm of your breaths, the cadence of your heartbeat when you’re happy or scared or nervous; in the hawk-like way he refuses to let you out of his sight, even if he knows the stupid cook will tease him about it for weeks to come; in the way he falls asleep next to you, closes his eyes and knows that this is what safety feels like, and that trust like love, doesn’t come easy, but with, it’ll always, always be here.
sanji.
he is ever the one for loud declarations of love, the loudest and most declarative — because he believes that there’s power in words and power in saying the words out loud — because to him, a promise isn’t a promise till it’s a promise said, and he promises to love you every day, and in every way he knows how — he tells you in the mornings, whispers it into your ear as he kisses you awake, offers you breakfast on a silver platter; he tells you about the menu for the day, asks if you’d prefer a white or a red wine with lunch, muses that since it’ll be mostly seafood, white would be better but… he’ll decant whichever one you want; he tells you in the afternoons, wrapping his arms around your middle to pulls you back into his chest, pressing soft kisses into the crook of your neck, holding you all the tighter when you giggle and try to wriggle out of his grasp; he tells you when he calls you his ‘dream’, his ‘angel’, his ‘sun and moon and stars’; he tells you in the quiet that lapses between you when you help him clean up after dinner, after dessert’s been had and all the wine’s been drunk; he tells you with his lips on yours, with the way he pours himself into you, harsh and almost reckless, because he doesn’t know any other way to fall in love, any other way to tell you just how much you mean to him other than to, well, tell you like this.