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I'm so in love with your writing, I'd love to see the "one bed trope" from you! Maybe a little suggestive, as far as you're comfortable, of course.

DESCRIPTION: There was only one bed

WARNINGS:  nothing too suggestive, more on the fluff side

CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Shanks

WORDS: 2,065

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I didn't know which characters you wanted so used the most popular form the recent poll. I had intended to do Ace as well but only had the energy to get something done for Shanks and Mihawk. I love this trope so much that i'll probably do more parts in the future. I hope you're happy with what I came up with and I'm sorry I didn't make it suggestive.

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MIHAWK

You were going to kill Crocodile. Not only did he order you to the tiniest island you’d seen in a long while, were the only thing in abundance seemed to be gloomy expressions but he also insisted you go to ‘keep an eye on' Mihawk. Since you considered Crocodile your main superior-a perspective you hadn't dropped since your Baroque Works days- you couldn't exactly refuse the assignment but it just made zero sense for you to be here. For starters Mihawk worked alone and efficiently enough that he didn’t require anyone to look out for him. Plus ‘observation’ wasn’t your usual role in Cross Guild. Normally Crocodile handed you a bounty list, told you to pick one and go get them. 

This was just one big headache and to make matters worse after scouring the entire island a call came through from Crocodile saying the bounty had already been completed and just handed in. Now you really were going to kill your boss, but from the look on Mihawk’s face it seemed you would have to get in line. From the receiver, Crocodile’s laugh caught both of your attentions.  “Look these things happen so stop pouting. Just make your way back to Cross Guild.”

Mihawk didn’t offer a response and ended the call, walking out of the alley you’d both stopped at to take the call. Silently you fell into step beside the former Warlord, walking the streets of the island for what felt like the hundredth time already. You let out a sigh of relief to see the inn come into view, now the only thing on your mind was trying to get a good night’s sleep and calm your annoyance at the whole situation. You couldn’t even muster a polite smile to the receptionist at the desk. “Two please.”

“Oh.” The receptionist glanced between you and Mihawk, her expression trained with years of experience to appear calm but you both saw the flicker of nervousness in her eyes for the smallest moment. “I’m sorry but we’re booked almost to capacity.”

“You’re joking.” You muttered. Why was everything going against you today? “You have nothing left?”

“W-well we’re a small island. Rooms go fast but we do have one room available.” You and Mihawk exchanged a look, both composed. Then the receptionist had to uselessly add. “Only one bed…” With a sigh you held out your hand for the key, knowing there wasn't much choice. Muttering thanks you glanced at the number of the keyring and headed for your room for the night. Stepping inside you found it lived up to your very low expectations but at least it was clean. Silently you eyed the bed you would have to share and looked to your stoic roommate. “So which side of the bed do you want?” 

As expected Mihawk was mature and respectable about the whole thing. Calm as ever he chose his side-the one closest to the door- and settled in for the night. Mihawk’s ability to fall over to sleep at ease was enviable because in the dark you could hear his deep, even breaths as he slept facing away from you. As tired as you were and as comfortable as you normally did feel in Mihawk’s presence you just couldn’t fall asleep. While the bed you lay in wasn't the worst you’d ever had to sleep in, it wasn’t the comfiest and living at Cross Guild had practically spoiled you. You’d gotten so used to stretching out, something you couldn’t exactly do at this moment. 

Deciding to just make do with your half of the bed and not disturb Mihawk, you rolled onto your side with the intention of getting comfortable. The only problem was you’d vastly overestimated the room you had to move and could only gasp as you felt the bed disappear from under you. In a split second as you braced to hit the ground, you were instead caught by a pair of hands. With ease you were pulled back onto the bed and you tensed to feel your back make contact with the warmth of Mhawk’s chest. “Sorry for waking you.”

“It’s fine, just sleep.” He told you while pulling one arm back to tuck his hand under his pillow. You tried not to react to how sleep brought Mihawk’s voice to a lower register that made it so much more attractive to you. You only nodded at his instruction and shifted slightly, already so much more comfortable than you had been all night. The only thing now was you noticed Mihawk still had one arm loosely draped over your body, not quite holding you but still enveloping you in his touch. “This is only to keep you from falling out of the bed again.”

“I didn’t say anything…” You mused, lips curving into a teasing smile that Mihawk could practically hear in the dark. “If you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was ask.”

“Don’t make me kick you out of this bed.” Mihawk warned in your ear, despite the threat you smirked to feel his arm over you tighten just a little. 

“Relax, your secret is safe with me.” Ordinarily you would have teased him a little more but between the tiredness finally winning over you and the warmth of his body against yours being so comforting. For a moment Mihawk wondered if you were genuinely comfortable against him, ready to release you at the first sign of unease. Yet you surprised him when you yawned and lazily placed your hand over his arm and smile in satisfaction as your eyes slid closed, your breathing evening out as you fell asleep.

Mihawk had been taking his time to slowly get to know you and let you in little by little, but now watching you roll onto your other side and curl up against his chest he began to reconsider his actions. Perhaps a few more missions away from Cross Guild’s base wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

SHANKS

This type of situation should not be happening in this day and age. Not with your crew and Captain having the reputation and fame they had. Drawing names to see who was sharing rooms of all things reminded you of when the crew was only just forming and the coin to pay for individual rooms was a luxury. Some of the others on the crew shared your slight annoyance but you all knew that there wasn’t much you could do about it. The ship needed repairs after getting damaged in a ferocious storm with the sleeping quarters affected and unusable for now. You were all pirates after all and you supposed you needed to be reminded of that. 

Still though you were secretly hoping you were one of the lucky ones who got their own room. You mentally cursed when Ben pulled out a slip of paper and read your name out. Resigned to your fate you grabbed your drink and took a plentiful mouthful as the vice-captain grabbed another piece of paper to announce your roommate for the night. As you wiped the stray remnant of the liquid from your lip you spotted the man pause and fight a laugh, disguising his amusement by rubbing the lower half of his face. “Captain Shanks.” 

Your back went rigid and you ignored the burning stares of the rest of the crew as you instead turned your attention to the man in question. Even he seemed momentarily thrown by the announcement but he recovered swiftly as expected of the laidback man. His dark eyes met your gaze and he offered you a cheeky smile and a wink.

That night when all the drinking had been done you and Shanks stepped into your shared room. Without needed to consult on anything you both instinctively went to your preferred side of the bed to sleep on. You sat down and worked on kicking off your shoes and shrugging out of your coat to at least be a little comfier. You looked over your shoulder when Shanks lightly cleared his throat as he pulled back the cover to settle down on the mattress. “Problem Cap?”

“Not really.” Shanks mused with a sly smile. “I usually sleep naked is all.”

“Poor baby, I’m sure you can be brave and at least keep your trousers on for one night.” You teased, used to your Captain’s antics and knowing he was only making jokes to ease the slight tension at having to share like this. With a tired groan you settled down on your side of the bed as Shanks flicked off the light, bringing the room fully into darkness. “If not the barmaid should still be about to help you.”

“And downgrade my sleeping partner? I’d rather lose another limb.” Shanks told you dramatically, offended you’d suggest such a thing. You let out a huff of amusement and rolled your eyes as you stared tiredly at the ceiling, letting yourself grow more comfortable against the mattress. “I lost count how many of the crew wanted me to swap with them…”

“Uh-huh.“ You mused with a lazy smile before breaking out into a long yawn, sleep coming over you quickly now. “Well aren’t you lucky? Now go to sleep, ‘kay?”

“Can I at least get a good night kiss?” Shanks teased lightly, playfully tapping your nose and grinning in the darkened room to see your tired face scrunch up slightly. He’d said it as a joke, something for you to barely register in your mind as you drifted off to sleep. What he hadn’t expected though was you to roll onto your side and push yourself up with a low hum of sleepiness, not even bothering to open your eyes fully. 

He watched silently, completely overcome with curiosity as your hand reached out to skim your fingers against his face, searching for him in the dark. Your hand settled against his cheek and slowly you drew closer. With half-lidded eyes Shanks couldn’t take his gaze off of your slightly parted lips. 

“Shanks…” your voice was barely a breathy whisper but it was clear as a bell to Shanks, his attention raptly on you and only you. Quickly you pulled back just enough and opened your eyes to smirk slightly to see Shanks had leant in slightly to chase your lips he had been quietly eager to taste.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Shanks protested with a small pout, his hand dropping to the small of your back, fingers flexing slightly a gesture, to request you close the distance. He wasn’t forcing you, you had all the power here. You tilted your head and smiled at the sudden pet-name. You couldn’t deny the temptation to give in to your own idle curiosities about your handsome Captain. Given how you were sharing a bed and he'd requested a kiss you would have been foolish to throw away the opportunity you had. Still you had to at least get a little bit more fun out of it by keeping Shanks in momentary suspense. 

Finally you relented and kissed Shanks, your lips moving languidly against his; it being no surprise to you the he was already returning the action with no hesitancy. There was no fight for dominance in the kiss you shared but you could feel the power and command of Shanks’ presence over you but he left the pace, duration, and intensity entirely up to you. As much as you wanted to take it further, to push your curiosity and attraction towards the man against you for your own satisfaction you had to pull away reluctantly, knowing you wouldn’t have been able to enjoy what would follow fully with how tired you were. “Satisfied with your good night kiss, Captain?”

“You have no idea.” Shanks grinned pressing a quick kiss against your head as you settled down on the bed again. “I can now sleep peacefully and dream the sweetest dreams.”

“Good.” You grinned sleepily, opening your eyes just enough to fix him a playful smile. “I expect a good morning kiss in return by the way.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, love.” Shanks grinned at you, already counting down the hours until he got to feel his lips against yours again but for now he would enjoy the time he had to sleep beside you.

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Would you ever write for Perospero?

If a request came in for him I’d give it my best go 😊

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(In case you want to have this bad doodle of Crocodile suffering without my personal ramblings attached.)

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Maybe Marco? 👀 For the unconscious protector? 👀

Thank you for the suggestion! Marco was picked to be the third and you can find it here

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Unconscious Protector

DESCRIPTION: When you suddenly lose consciousness 

WARNINGS: Descriptions of fainting and sleep walking

CHARACTERS: Sabo, Killer, Marco | Luffy, Zoro | Law, Sanji, Ace

WORDS: 2,247

A/N: Here's another part for this prompt that you guys voted for my belated birthday and 2k follower milestone event. I'll probably do another one of these with other characters at some stage but I hope you all enjoy this version with these characters.

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SABO

When Sabo needed a sparring partner there was no-one he sought out more than you. You both made it gruelling and challenging but also fun in equal measure. Your sparring sessions could last as long as you both could stand or until someone else came along in need of either of you for a meeting or a mission. Some people would have called your long bouts impressive which he’d agree with. But when they’d call it excessive, Sabo would disagree. Because of the busy schedules you both had and missions now taking you both longer and further away from the base it meant the sparring was really the only opportunity he had to make spending time with you plausible without fearing a rejection had he just asked you out like a normal person.  

Sabo walked through the base, his eyes searching and bright as he looked for you. He slid to a halt and whipped his head to the side when he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. Excited he turned towards you and called out your name, grinning when you immediately turned and beamed when you smiled at him in greeting. When he approached, his grin hardened and he closed the distance, throwing his arm out which you managed to block with your forearm. Obviously he wasn’t going at full strength or speed and neither were you. At this point it could be compared to two normal people saying ‘hello’ but then again, you and Sabo’s relationship never could be defined as normal. 

You never could say no to Sabo and his requests to train. It was how you could selfishly have alone time with him. Most of the time the sparring sessions were more fun than gruelling and you didn’t realise you’d been training until you felt the effects the next day. Now had you used your brain a little more instead of thinking about your crush on the Chief of Staff you should have declined this sparring session because you were already exhausted having just returned from a mission. You should have just done the smart thing and said 'maybe tomorrow’ or even 'maybe later’ instead you all but raced him to the training room. Now you were truly suffering for you lack of thought. Attacks you could have avoided with ease took greater focus than normal. You were still holding your own but now you could feel the extra weight on your limbs and noticed the sting in your eyes. The exhaustion was mounting but you still couldn’t bring yourself to stop sparring.    

Sabo caught your wrist when your threw a very obvious attack at him. Quickly he spun to knock you to the floor but his confident smirk feel into a horrified expression as your body went slack and eyes fell closed, unconscious before you’d even hit the floor. Frightened for a moment he’d went too far even though he knew you’d both fought each other with more ferocity in the past, Sabo quickly checked you over, desperate to make sure he hadn’t actually hurt you. When he was assure by his own observation that you’d just fallen asleep he finally let out the breath he’d been holding and slowly lay down to settle beside you on the training mats. He wasn’t going to count this as a win in the long running and very balanced tally of wins and loses between your spars.

Instead he tucked a hand behind his head and closed his eyes. If anyone came by they’d just think the two of you were both relaxing together. Sabo also used the time to let his own body unwind, realising that maybe he was putting his own body under too much strain too, it would’t have been good if he fainted in the middle of training too. Silently he was grateful no one was around to see this and was able to enjoy spending the chance to rest peacefully alongside you. Now Sabo began to think of other ways he could spend time with you. 

KILLER

The Victoria Punk was always loud and energetic. On days when the crew were navigating fierce storms and engaged in explosive battles, it followed the same code as it did when things were peaceful and fun; the louder the better. For two days straight you and the rest of the Kid Pirates sailed through one of the worst storms you’d encountered in a long while, yelling out to each other and shouting acknowledgement to Kid and Killer as you hurried through the rain and crashing lightning and rolling thunder that you’d heard their orders. Then came the explosions of canons and gun fire when a Marine ship appeared through the darkness and heavy veil of rain, launching their attack when they thought your crew’s attention was distracted by the weather but they soon learned the chaos was what you all thrived on and met the challenge with wide grins and drawn weapons. 

The Marines engaged with you were relentless, you’d give them that much but ultimately they were overconfident and their weaknesses could be exploited by you and the others with ease. When the storm died, so did the fight, the Kid Pirates the victors over both encounters and your cheers filled the air as the night skies cleared. Now that the waters were calmed the only thing on all of your minds now was the thought of an all out celebration. With everyone’s duties completed, you all cleared room on the deck and dragged out the barrels and bottles of booze and anything that was or could loosely resemble something to sit on. As the ship’s doctor you had to tend to those hurt-with thankfully just minor injuries- from both the storm and fight and were last to find somewhere to sit. You grabbed your drink and scanned the area already loud and infectiously in good spirits. Your gaze zeroed in on a spot and you closed the distance, sitting down on the deck and settling your back against Killer’s leg. 

Beneath his mask, Killer briefly glanced to see who was using him as an improvised support and couldn’t help but tense slightly to see it was you. You and Killer had a casual back and forth with each other. A flirty comment here, an affectionate touch there. Never anything heated, usually just the brush of fingers against the other when helping out in the ship’s duties or a brief placing of a hand on the other when either of you needed to get by in the usually bustling and hectic hallways and deck. Killer usually favoured his hand on your lower back and you favoured your hand on his upper arm. For you to settle against him shouldn’t have been a surprise or anything new by comparison but still Killer couldn’t help but be aware of your presence. Even while you were talking away to Wire and he joked with Killer it was hard to fully ignore how effortlessly comfortable it was.

Further into the night, you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, lounging back instead of just sitting, and lay your head back while you continued the conversations. The second you adjusted though, Killer’s hand instinctively settled against the back of your head; keeping you in your comfortable position and began to absently play with your hair. Kid faltered mid-sentence with his second-in command to glance briefly down to see you had already all but melted into Killer’s touch, your eyes growing heavier as you tried to focus on your conversation. Unfortunately in a matter of seconds you were out like a light and your nearly empty mug dropped with a dull thunk which caught Killer’s attention your way. 

Across the deck two other crew members burst out into loud laughter at their own conversation causing you you stir slightly. Swiftly Killer grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at their feet with precision that ensured they wouldn’t get hurt but definitely caught their attention. Nervously they looked towards their vice-captain who rose a finger to his mask in a clear signal to shush. Effectively everyone on board lowered their voices to a more respectable level which for anyone else would still be pretty loud but so long as you continued to sleep soundly, your unintentional guard dog of the night was content.

MARCO

Everything was calm on the Moby Dick as it usually was. As an Emperor’s ship as noticeable as his, practically everyone with any sense in their skulls left Whitebeard well enough alone. Night watches were merely a formality and mostly to keep an eye out in case a freak storm hit or another Emperor felt inclined to cause trouble out of boredom. Marco used the quiet of night to go over his medical stock and see to any last minute tasks that he couldn’t get to when the ship was rowdy in the day. In the middle of writing his list of what medicines and ingredients he needed to replenish, Marco stifled a small yawn. 

Not wanting to stop and leave the remainder of his duty for another night he decided instead to pause and go to the ship’s kitchen. As much as he tried to avoid drinking coffee after a certain time of the day he knew the caffeine would help. When he stepped out onto the deck he heard a yelp from above and lazily glanced up to see one of the younger and newer additions to the crew peer out over the top of the crow’s nest. They let out a shaky sigh of relief to see it was just Marco staring up at them blankly. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost-yoi.”

“I did!” The crewmate hissed, casting a nervous glance out onto the large ship’s deck. Marco tilted his head curiously and looked around the darkened deck. The moon was completely shrouded in cloud so the lack of light and chill in the air could be eerie to some, easy to let the mind play tricks on itself at this hour especially when alone. The pirate in the Crow’s Nest could feel Marco’s skepticism and bristled defensively. “I know what I saw! You have the powers of a mythical creature, you can't tell me ghosts don’t exist!”

“Didn’t say they didn’t” Marco chuckled with a lazy shrug. He’d seen enough strange and crazy things on these seas to encourage an open mind even after all of these years. Still though, a ghost on the ship was a new one. Holding back a yawn, Marco stretched his arms out and smiled calmly. “I’ll take a look around. If you see the ghost, just call okay?”

Without waiting for the response, Marco continued towards the kitchen, pausing by the door when he heard a faint creak against the floorboards. Slowly Marco looked behind him and around the corner seeing there was no-one there. Letting out a small chuckle, he shook his head and pressed inside only to suppress the curse in his throat and hold back the urge to jump in shock when the outline of a person was standing in the corner of kitchen. Flicking on the light Marco let out a small breath to see that it was you. “You’re playing the long game waiting in here and trying to scare someone-yoi.“ He teased lightly only to become concerned when you didn’t respond. Instead you remained in the corner. “Hey, you okay?”

Marco approached slowly and only saw now that you were asleep, eyes heavy lidded as you stared emptily at the wall. Now he saw you were sleep walking. Knowing better than to wake you, Marco approached carefully and gently set his hand against your wrist, lightly coaxing you to turn.

“Time for bed.” He instructed softly, smiling when you seemed to react enough to his words. Slowly you walked towards the door and Marco could see now why your movements could have been mistaken for a ghost on board. Marco’s smile twitched when you made the wrong turn after leaving the kitchen, needing him to softly redirect you with another subtle touch which thankfully set you on the right route. “There we go.”

For the entirety of the confusing, winding and slow paced journey you took through the ship Marco remained your vigilant protector. In your sleep induced state you seemed determined to veer in every wrong direction, even getting close to walking straight into one of the canons and potentially hurting yourself which you would have had Marco not been there to stop you. Finally he managed to help you into your sleeping quarters and assisted you into your bed, your body relaxing instantly. Exhausted Marco rubbed his eyes and headed straight for his own bed, managing to catch a couple hours sleep before the sun rose. 

As expected you had no memory of your sleepwalking adventure but approached him at breakfast with a bright smile. “Wanna hear what I dreamt about last night?”

“This should be good.” Marco grinned, unable to be in a low mood when you smiled at him like that.

“Dreamt I was lost in a maze.” You began. “No matter which way I went I just couldn’t get out. Next thing I knew, you were there and rescued me. Guess I can always count on you to help me out.” At that Marco’s smile grew. 

“Always.”

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Unconscious Protector is the winner!

I’ll get to work on it in the morning. I’ve decided the characters featured will include Sabo and Killer. I haven’t thought of a third yet so if you guys have any suggestions let me know 💖

Sort Of Birthday Event

I'm going to do another part of a previous idea/fic that I loved doing as a slight (belated) birthday and follower milestone event now that I'm feeling a whole lot better from my chest infection.

Picking something fluffy and happy but need help deciding the prompt.

Voting is going to be short on this because I don't want to lose the burst of energy I have for writing.

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Sort Of Birthday Event

I'm going to do another part of a previous idea/fic that I loved doing as a slight (belated) birthday and follower milestone event now that I'm feeling a whole lot better from my chest infection.

Picking something fluffy and happy but need help deciding the prompt.

Voting is going to be short on this because I don't want to lose the burst of energy I have for writing.

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You guys are honestly amazing! This number is so beyond my expectations and I'm honestly so surprised and grateful for each and everyone of you.

It was my birthday yesterday and logging on today to see this is an extra surprise. Thank you again for all of your support with this blog 💕

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i hope you feel better!! chest infections are no joke

There’s a definite improvement with the chest infection but still coughing a bit. Just wanting to get work tomorrow over with so I can rest properly the next couple days which will hopefully get rid of it.

Thank you for checking in. It means a lot and I hope you’re having a great day 💖

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Could you maybe do Ace and Shanks with getting caught and maybe some jealousy?

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Getting Caught with being jealous 

WARNINGS:  some suggestiveness, jealousy but mostly fluff(?)

CHARACTERS: Shanks

WORDS: 1,515

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for this request. I'm still not feeling great but wanted to write. I was only able to get something put together for Shanks for this request but hopefully I'll be able to put something for Ace out at another date. I decided to do it more that Shanks got caught being jealous as a little twist on the prompt and I hope you enjoyed what I came up with

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You knew something was up, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it or really place why you knew but deep down, something inside you knew Shanks was up to something. He hadn't even done anything yet that you knew of but when you watched him return to the ship after a night of drinking at the bar your eyes immediately sharpened as you sensed the change. Despite the charming captain laughing and talking away to the others as they all drew closer to the Red Force you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was simmering below the surface of his outward warmth. You nearly felt the need to pull your jacket tighter around you body even though it was a pleasant summer’s night. The only thing you could compare it to was the stories of people being able to sense a storm was imminent with no signs. You just knew Shanks was plotting something and when he looked up and smiled at you with a lazy wave your suspicion only grew that he’d drag you into it somehow as well. 

You greeted each of the drunken crew and mentally took note to ensure no one had gotten lost and the others hadn’t noticed. With a warm smile you watched them make their ways to their desired sleeping places for the night, whether they actually made it to their rooms or not was a separate matter entirely. On more than one occasion members of the Red Hair Pirates- yourself included- would wake after a fun night of drinking and find themselves in the strangest of places. When the last of the returning party disappeared you glanced out of the corner of your eye to see Shanks draw closer until he was behind you. You tried to fight a smile when you felt him nuzzle his head against your neck and wrap his arm around you loosely. “Not turning in Red?” 

“What? Go to a cold bed all on my own? Seems boring.” You could feel Shanks’ breath and lips tickle against you and instinctively twisted in his hold but made no real effort to move away, used to his antics. You were still suspicious however, and that feeling only grew when you could immediately tell Shanks wasn’t drunk. He’d had a drink or two you suspected but not what he normally would and given the state of the others, you felt worry begin to twist in your stomach. You were about to ask him what was wrong when he moved closer, his hand slowly dragging to settle on your hip while his lips trailed up to your ear. “Missed you tonight.”

“You know I’d have gone with you if I wasn’t on watch duty tonight. Speaking of I need to get back to it.” You tried to reassure your Captain and lover lightly but his actions and your suspicions that something was going on was throwing your mind in confusing circles and your focus began to slip once more when Shanks’ deep laugh rumbled in his chest and the vibrations carried through your frame.

“Watch duty’s just formality for us though. You mostly just sit back and relax because you know no one’d try anything with us.” Shanks spoke confidently, smirking against the shell of your ear before he started to kiss down your jaw and neck feeling your breathing hitch and body suppress the small shudder. “This is our territory. This is an Emperor’s ship. Only a fool would think they could compete…that they could take something from me.”

“Shanks ah-!” You were cut off when he unexpectedly switched the feather-light kisses against your skin to abruptly bite against your pulse point and soothe it immediately after with another kiss. Except compared to the others this one was drawn out just a little longer. You turned finally to fully face Shanks only to yelp when he wasted no time in lifting you to sit on the railing so he could stand between your legs and continue his desired path of trailing kisses along the column of your throat newly exposed to him. “What happened out there?”

“Like I said I missed you.” Shanks explained tilting his head back to look at you. While you didn’t doubt the desire in his eyes for you and while you weren’t telling him to stop you weren’t getting the full story and in order to get to the bottom of it all you had to be strong and firm. With a lot of restraint you placed one hand on Shanks’ wrist pausing him as his hand was beginning to snake under your shirt while the other lightly cupped under his chin to halt his attempt to finally claim your lips against his. As much as you hated stopping him, you couldn’t deny the amusement you felt seeing the all powerful Captain, and one of the four Emperor’s of the sea, Red Hair Shanks pout.

“Talk to me, love.” You requested softly, your words gentle and sweet but more compelling to Shanks than anything in the world. Anything you wished for was yours, he’d even give up his other arm if it meant you got what you wanted. Secretly he’d hoped you wouldn’t notice the tension in his body and twisting thoughts that had soured his mood but had gone to great lengths to hide but that’s what made you you. The perception you had for him was unparalleled. Shanks watched you lean in to place a tender peck on his lips. Your ability to play dirty and lower his guard was also unparalleled. “Please?”

“I overheard something in the bar.” Shanks began, the scowl growing on his face as he remembered. “Seems you’re very popular with the locals. One in particular is the eldest son of the town’s mayor.”

“Wait…” You began, a smile of pure disbelief growing on your face. “Shanks…were you jealous of some civilian having a crush on me?”

“I guess.”

“But you don’t get jealous. You’ve practically sat back and laughed when I’ve turned people down.” You lost count over the years of how many times people have tried to seduce you and Shanks only for them all to be let down firmly. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt jealous over Shanks’ admirers and this was a first for you, seeing your lover jealous. “What was so different this time compared to the others?”

“I guess because I could actually picture you with someone like that. Seeing you have that kind of life.”

“Married to a future mayor?” You asked letting your thumb rub a soothing circle against his hand still in your hold in the hopes it’d reassure him. “I can’t picture that.”

“Maybe not the person exactly, but the life you’d have. Safe, comfortable-”

“Boring.” You interjected with a soft smile. “I did the civilian thing before we met remember? Not for me so you can relax. You provide for me in ways those locals can only dream of Shanks. Promise I’m only yours.”

“Sure about that?” Shanks asked, his own effortless grin appearing and you could tell his worries had lifted thanks to your reassurances. Now the playfulness and confidence that you knew so well had returned to Shanks, allowing you to breathe easier. “He had a lot of coin and lives in a manor.”

“Oh well in that case, I’ll go introduce myself.” You joked, pretending to turn so you could leap off of the ship’s railing and head into town and see the desirable suitor and his manor for yourself. Instead you let out a yelp when Shanks had you lifted with ease and thrown over his broad shoulder and began striding across the deck to head to his and your private quarters. 

“Nah, I don’t think you will.” Shanks chuckled underneath you as he lightly kicked the door open, carrying you inside. Now in the lit room you caught sight of your reflection and your eyes widened.   In the short amount of time Shanks had been at work on the deck had already caused marks to show against your neck. 

“Shanks!” You lectured as he lightly tossed you onto the bed and joined you, leaning in close with his eyes gleaming with the same desire as before. “Look at my neck. What were you thinking?”

“Don’t be mad, love…the jealousy made me do it.” Shanks explained innocently with no sign of remorse in his eyes as he looked at his handiwork. If anything he looked proud and you shuddered when you caught that familiar feeling overcome you once more and your heart skipped when Shanks smirked at you. “In fact I think I’m feeling jealous again.”

As Shanks’ mouth finally moved to your lips and the feeling of his hand and body against you working in tandem with the dizzying kiss the only coherent thought you could muster was that of course Shanks would manage to make the fact he was caught being jealous work in his favour in the best way possible and you were not complaining in the slightest.

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Little update!

So I’ve been on the quiet side recently. When I posted the most recent Immune To Your Charms chapter I mentioned my health wasn’t great but I’d hoped I was getting better.

Sadly that wasn’t the case. I got hit with a chest infection the day after and it’s still taking it’s time clearing up, and then I got a stomach bug over the weekend to make me even more miserable.

I promise I’ve been resting as much as I can and with us now being in December my work is getting busier which will limit my free time and energy for writing. Hopefully I’ll get back on track and have some stuff prepared but I just want to thank you all so much for all of your love and support for my work. It means so much and definitely helps me feel better on my bad days. Look after yourselves and hope you’re all doing well.

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Hello! You have such lovely writing! I was wondering what you most enjoy writing on, and if you like writing on Ace?

Hi there. Thank you so much I’m so happy to hear you like my writing 😊

I think at the moment I most enjoy writing the fluffy and comforting fics/requests.

I adore Ace he’s been one of my main favourites since he was very first introduced to the series ❤️

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Hi. Are you still taking request, if so. I wanted to know what your okay in writing, like NSFW, abused, rape ect. Just wanted to know before I send anything. I don't want to send anything that will make you uncomfortable in writing.

Hey there!

Requests are always open but i am a bit on the slow side at answering all of them sadly.

I’m a bit self conscious about writing NSFW requests like smut but I am trying to be better and will hopefully start posting those in the next while.

Putting the rest of the answer below the cut just in case:

The topics that are a hard no from me that I don’t think I’ll ever write are those involving rape, incest, suicide, eating disorders.

Thank you for checking and if you still want to send in your request please do so and hopefully I’ll be able to write it for you

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This has honestly made a bad day so much better!

I never expect people to recommend my fics to each other and to read @decayingpizza ‘s praise on top of that is so surprising and heartwarming.

Thank you so much and I’m so glad so many people are enjoying Immune To Your Charms, I honestly wasn’t expecting the response to it that it’s gotten and really means the world to me that people read and enjoy all of my work 💜

This community is amazing

i found this fic i thought u might like. it’s doflamingo and i binged the whole thing

https://www.tumblr.com/grandline-fics/759459716774739969/immune-to-your-charms

Eeeeeek!! Hi Anon 👋🏾 and thank you for your fic rec ❤️

Immune to your Charms... Is my fucking jam right now 🙌🏾👏🏾

@grandline-fics has me in a chokehold with this series and I have been invested since chapter 1 👏🏾 the 'haters to lovers' theme always captures the attention of the toxic trait in me, especially when paired with a beautiful, pink feathered, heavenly demon such as our Doffy.

I especially admire the writer's craft and structure of the series so far. It's something that can be easily overlooked by readers, but I have found that with each chapter, although slowly paced and short imo (Enter "quality over quantity" quote here 😏), the story is always progressing forward.

It's one of those unique fics where the dread of restarting or re-reading chapters just isn't there and I can say for myself, I have read this so many times and still get all warm and giddy each chapter.

ANYWAY, you've sparked a bit of confidence in me today anon, so over this weekend I'm gonna post up some of my all time fav fics, one shots and blah blah blahs.

Happy reading y'all!