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wolfnlamb · 2 years ago

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Kitchen Call

Content: Aki tries to take a phone call, but you distract him. Disclaimers: 18+, Minors DO NOT interact, afab reader, no mention of reader pronouns, no description of reader other than they have thick hair (Aki pulls their hair…), established relationship, pet name (‘missy’, ‘baby’), the word p*ssy, gettin’ it from behind, dirty talk, Aki gets a little rough with reader, squirt, some implied butt stuff?… I think that’s all. word count: 2291 Note: This is longer than I anticipated; I'm sorry if it drags out.

Occasionally, Aki will have to take a work call at home during the weekends. Whether it was his superior checking in on his roommates, or one of his subordinates calling for advice, he was expected to be available.

The phone only rang twice that afternoon, Aki rushing from the comfort of his couch into the kitchen to snatch it from the receiver before the third. His voice was smooth and low when he greeted one of the new recruits over the line.

Hearing his voice echo softly from the kitchen interrupted your thoughts while you folded the laundry; you couldn't help but peek from the bedroom. Spying on him, you admire how confident but patient he sounded, and how he’s willing to take time out of his day to help someone. Aki’s one of the best at what he does for work, in addition to being the rock of the ‘family’ at home. He works so hard, and never asks for anything in return.

The way he’s leaning against the counter, shifting his weight as he listens intently over the phone, he’s a sight to see. His hair, normally tied up tightly on the top of his head, is unusually loose today. It is Saturday after all, so he’s dressed casually. Pieces of his soft, jet-black hair fall against his neck, tangled with each other. His bangs keep brushing in his eyes, and he tries to pull them behind his ear with his free hand.

Feeling elated at how perfect he is, you're reminded of how he belongs to you. And you want him to feel good.

The pads of your feet are nearly silent as you creep into the kitchen. Once you’re directly behind him, his lean back slightly arched as he’s tapping his fingers on the counter, you rest your hands on his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around, the tension in his body softens from your touch. You both are the only ones home that day, so he isn’t startled by you.

You rest your forehead on his back, letting your hands slide down his biceps, gently. He loves your little touches; nuzzling your face into him randomly.

His lips curve upwards as he nods, “Yes, I heard you. This coming week we can plan how we’d like to approach the upcoming mission..”

Aki continues his conversation, letting you grope his toned biceps. He tries not to smile too much while you feel him up, but you're so cute when you can't keep your hands off of him. If anyone else had come into the kitchen and interrupted him, there’d be hell to pay.

You inhale him, grazing your lips across the old t-shirt he’s wearing. It’s been worn so many times, the fabric is thinning in certain areas. You’ve worn it before too. Aki’s gotten a little mad before because you keep stealing it from him, and it ends up in your drawers instead of his.

As much as you like wearing it, you love when he’s wearing it. The way it drapes over his shoulders, the collar beginning to stretch over time, revealing his collarbones… the dip in his neck. You like watching him do mundane things around the house when he’s wearing the shirt; how it falls open when he bends over while vacuuming, revealing a clear view of his lean chest.

It’s insane how he doesn’t understand how sexy he is. How fucking beautiful he is.

You drag your hands up his back, fingertips massaging his stiff muscles. Aki likes when you scratch his back; he drops his head lightly while he continues humming affirmations over the phone. He relaxes more as you dig your fingers into the space between his shoulder blades.

Your excitement begins to swell at the thought of how you can make him feel good like this, how he surrenders almost always to your touch. Slowly, your hands trail over his abdomen, fisting the old shirt up in your palms to reveal his tummy. Aki huffs through his nose, your warm hands surprising him. He tries to turn his head to face you, but you shrink away, hiding behind him playfully.

“uh–no, we’ll have to get that information from…,” he stammers, still trying to have a coherent conversation with the recruit.

Pressing your mouth against his back, you chuckle. He acts like he doesn't want you playing with him like this; he could easily overtake you with one arm and push you out of the room. But he turns forward, trying to divert his attention back to the phone.

Aki sighs unintentionally, making the recruit think he’s irritated with him, which is partially true. But the poor guy has no idea that you're dragging your fingertips across the waistline of his jeans. His happy trail is soft, gets fuller as it leads from his belly button, and disappears under his boxers. You drag your fingers along the trail, twisting the hairs lightly between your fingers.

Aki’s abdomen flexes when you do this, and he pushes the end of the phone past his chin to look down. He can see the bulge appearing beneath his jeans, becoming harder against his thigh while you continue toying with his waist.

A melodic giggle escapes your mouth when he reaches back to grab you abruptly. His big hand grasps your waist, fingers digging into your side; he can’t decide if he should push you away or keep you right where you are.

Smiling mischievously, you bury your face into him more. You snake your hand lower to his growing bulge and give it a quick squeeze. His mouth drops open, watching your pretty hand rub him. It's been a few moments too long since he’s spoken to the recruit, and you can hear a faint voice still yapping away.

With his arm still wrapped around you from behind, you fiddle with the button of his jeans popping it open and proceed to unzip him.

Aki exhales quickly, “Huh– well, why don't we discuss the details of it on Monday…w-we could meet in the lobby…” he’s stammering now.

His cock is rock hard now, and you struggle to pull it out of his boxers, trying to be gentle so as not to hurt him, but your lustful urges are getting impatient. He feels so warm and heavy in your hand, with perfect girth. Once he plops out, you give him a few lazy strokes before letting go, his dick resting against the kitchen counter. Aki’s arm falls away from your waist and he tries turning around to face you again, his lustful culprit.

Stepping back, you mouth to him, “Hang-up-the-phone.”

Wide-eyed, he clears his throat, “Ahem–I apologize but I’ll need to call you back in a few minutes. Yes, yes, that's fine, I have your number. Yes–goodbye.” He quickly hangs the phone on the receiver with a ‘click’ and turns back to you.

“Are you trying to get me fired, missy?”

You coyly take a step back from him and in turn, he steps forward. His cock is still sticking out the top of his jeans, prominent and hard. Aching. All because of you.

All you can do is smile at him, teasingly, your grin infectious, “No, of course not. I just thought I could help you,” you dart your eyes between his legs.

He gives you a dubious look, lifting his chin, “Oh, yeah? You thought this would help me?” he holds his cock with one hand, firmly. Seeing him hold it, how his fingers wrap so elegantly along his length makes your pussy ache.

The throb is too much, and you have to rub yourself. Biting your lip, your hand slides over your shorts and you press firmly into your swollen lips, feeling the wetness seeping through the cloth.

Seeing you grope yourself, so needy, makes him twitch in his hand. So he leans back against the counter and proceeds to pull his jeans down to his thighs; toned, and covered in soft downy hair. They lead up to his groin; get darker and fuller over his pelvis, with his balls nestled sweetly in his bush. They’re full and heavy, the kind that makes you want to bury your face in them.

Breathily, he sighs, “c’mere, baby,”

You rush to him, letting your hands snake under his old shirt before your mouths crash together. The eagerness of your kisses makes him chuckle against your mouth. Aki holds your face firmly with both hands. Kissing him makes you feel like you’re on fire; a delicious fire that you welcome.

The heat emanating from your core spreads into your abdomen, then into your heaving chest as he sucks on your tongue. You can feel his cock pressed against your tummy, so warm and firm. And wet.

“I want you right now, please,” your moans are needy and shameless.

“What do you want, baby?” He manages to slur between sloppily kissing you, pulling you closer into him. Aki knows what you want…he just needs to hear you say it. He fists his hands in your hair, knuckles protruding out of the thick mass, and whispers “Tell me what you want,”

Gasping at the sudden grip he has, your voice half-chokes, “I… I want you inside me, I want you closer to me…”

Aki nuzzles his nose to yours, adoring the sound of your voice.

“Yeah? And how do you want me inside you…how should I do it?”

He pulls your head to the side and gives your neck soft, slow kisses. Your low whimpers are uncontrollable, the juxtaposed sensation of his sweet kisses in contrast to the sting you feel from your scalp.

“…from behind,” you choke, “—I want you t’fuck me from behind.”

Your words ignite inside him, and he loosens the grip on your hair, leaving kisses across your soft face, across your lips, adoring you. You feel so helplessly lost in the anticipation of what’s next, kissing him back as he pushes you to the counter. Breaking away from your mouth, he flips you around, pushing you flatly to the surface.

Aki lifts his shirt up over his head in one swoop, dropping it near your face. His body is chiseled, defined by lean muscles, the veins in his forearms seeming more prominent than normal. He pulls your shorts down, the plush of your ass enticing him to kiss the curves as he pulls them from your feet. Feeling feverish from your taste, he licks a quick strip up your pussy lips, between your cheeks, making your legs quiver.

He grabs your ass and pulls you apart, wasting no time, lapping at your folds. As many times as he's eaten you out from behind, it still feels so vulnerable. The apples of your cheeks get hot, a hint of embarrassment mixed with ungodly pleasure from his wet tongue.

“You make me crazy, you know that?” he slurs between his sloppy licks.

Your mind wanders for a split second, reminded of how you're both alone today and how thankful you are that the roommates won't be back for a while. They'd never recover if they walked through that front door and witnessed this obscene position: you naked from the waist down, belly first, sprawled over the kitchen countertop, with Aki on his knees, nose buried in your ass, pants still snug around his naked thighs.

The phone rings. He pulls away quickly, face shining with your juices, and remembers how he needs to call the guy back. It’s been much longer than a few minutes at this point. He utters a low “shit” and stands up behind you, his jeans starting to sag to his ankles.

Pushing back on him, your ass jiggling on his length, you tell him “Better hurry up,”

Without another word, Aki grabs your hips, positioning himself, sliding his swollen head through your folds, until he’s able to sink in effortlessly. Once he’s inside, his pace is relentless. Your whole body bounces on the countertop; your ass and thighs rippling with each thrust of his hips.

Lewd sounds of his hips smacking your ass fill the kitchen. You know when he’s getting close because his rhythm gets sloppy; switching between clean, hard thrust to grinding upward, lifting your feet off the tiles. He fucks you so well. Especially when he’s in a rush.

The phone stops after the fifth ring. He’s still grinding into you, desperate to finish. Looking back at him, you see he’s flushed, eyes fixated on where you’re connected. The angle of his thrust starts hitting the right spot inside you, and your legs go slack. Relaxing, you lean on the counter, and concentrate on the feeling of him pounding your g-spot.

“oooh— you’re gonna make me cum,”

Even in his rushed state, he still wants you to finish first. He knows having you gush all over him will make his climax feel better than anything. Aki continues grinding upward, hitting your spongy spot. The sound of your voice mixed with the visual of you struggling to keep yourself grounded, hands searching for something to grip is getting him closer.

It happens when you least expect it; your walls fluttering around his length, your hot essences drenching the both of you. Aki groans at the warmth as it drips down your thighs, and it only takes a few more pumps till he’s pulling out, laying his pulsing cock on your ass as it spurts across your back.

Trying to catch your breath with the high still rushing through your limbs, the phone rings again. Panting, Aki squeezes your hips and laughs; you both smiling at each other's fucked out faces. He yanks his jeans up from his ankles and shuffles to the phone, snatching it from the receiver.

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lostdrarryfics · 6 months ago

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animementrash · 3 months ago

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Happy Birthday.

Character: Levi Ackerman

Tags: Fluff, canonverse IG, no trigger warnings, they/them pronouns for Hange, she/her pronouns for reader, Levi is a nervous little baby. (No proof read hehe)

Word count: 2291

A/N: I've had this in my drafts for a whole monthhhhhh! Last month was my birthday and it was the first time in my 28 years on this earth that I celebrated, it was nice. I healed my inner child :') So anyways, here's a short story about Levi wishing us a happy birthday, yay!

“Happy birthday…. happy, birthday…. Happy…” Levi mumbled over and over while pacing around his office. On top of his desk sat a small box, bigger than a ring box but smaller than an envelope, it had a small fountain pen inside along with some wax seals. He had heard you talk with Hange about those pieces a few months ago, and it’s not like he went store by store trying to find them over the course of a few days, no, he just had to casually run some errands those days, in multiple stores…more than once.

After some more pacing he grunted in frustration and took the box from his desk. “Come on, get a grip.” He told himself before walking outside his office and making his way to the meeting room where Erwin held the higher ups daily meeting. He knew he’d see you there and his palms started getting clammy.

As he made his way to the meeting room, the halls started to fill with cadets, all of them were off to training and saluted him as he passed by, but he was too stressed to acknowledge them; then after turning a corner he saw you. You were almost at the meeting room’s door, you seemed calm as always but there was something different about you, he stared at you for a few seconds trying to find what it was.

“The hair.” He mumbled to himself, and he was right, you were using your hair different today. Was it a mere coincidence or was it your way to let others know today was special, he wasn’t sure but it did make his heart skip a beat.

“Where’s the birthday girl!?” Hange’s voice echoed through the hall before they appeared and gave you a big hug, your face changed from surprised to a wide grin in a matter of seconds and Levi just stood quietly, observing you both with curiosity and a hint of jealousy. Why was it so easy for Hange to go and hug you? They’ve known you for the same amount of time as him, so why was he suddenly so nervous to approach you?

That and many more thoughts flooded his mind as he remained frozen standing by the corner.

“Oh Hange, you didn’t have to get me anything!” Your voice broke his trance and he looked at you holding what seemed to be a book. Your eyes glistened and that wide grin shifted into a small pout. The way you held the book made him feel anxious, were you going to like his gift as much as this one? Was his gift up to your standards? The more he thought about it, the less fit he found his gift. It was too small, too simple…too little.

“Hey! Happy birthday!” The next one to greet you was Miche, he casually made his way to you and ruffled your hair playfully, you complained a little and he chuckled.

“Watch the hair you dumb. Can’t you see she paid extra attention to it today?” Mumbled Levi upset and scoffed annoyed when he saw Miche hand you a single flower as a gift. It was a white lily and you held it so tenderly, putting near your nose to smell the sweet perfume. Again, another hug made its way to you, everyone greeted you so casually and so naturally, he was sure he’d stutter like an idiot if he tried to say something, that’s why he was rehearsing what to say! Yet, seeing everyone engage so easily, made him wonder if he was being delusional by thinking you’d somehow find his gift better than the other’s.

“Still planning how to congratulate her?” Erwin’s voice hit him like a ton of bricks, he even squeezed the gift box a little before looking behind and seeing Erwin smirking at him.

“Fuck off Erwin, I ain’t planning shit. I’m just…waiting for the crowd to subside…” He lied. Poorly.

“Right…well, hope it doesn’t take you too long to greet her, I’m sure there are way more gifts and congratulations on their way.” Replied Erwin with a chuckle and squeezed Levi’s shoulder softly before walking past him towards the meeting room.

“Don’t take too long, the meeting starts once I enter the room” Added Erwin without looking back and Levi scoffed, his heartbeat picking up again.

“Just do it, just greet her, say happy birthday and give her the damn box. That’s it.” Mumbled Levi as he started walking towards the small crowd; With every step he took closer to you he felt his heart race even more, he even questioned if his heartbeats were audible to others. His mind felt fuzzy and his grip on the box got tighter. “You’ll break it dumbass. Control yourself” He thought and released his grip slightly.

For some reason the hall, which he’s used to walk on a daily, seemed larger today. Why is everything so difficult today?

His hand trembled a little as he prepared to hand you the gift, when he was a couple steps away from you, he saw you turn towards him and your eyes locked, your bright eyes seemed bigger and prettier today and he may have forgotten how to breath at that exact moment.

“Happ…” His greeting was cut by a louder “Happy Birthday” said by some cadets. It was around 6 of them and they all surrounded you while cheering, one of them handed you a big flower bouquet and bragged about how they all saved money to buy it. Your eyes shifted to them and you thanked them with your sweet smile. The smile that was supposed to be for him.

Unsure of what to do, he opted for walking by without saying a word, he didn’t even look at you as he walked past and entered the meeting room. “Shit. Those damn brats…” He thought to himself and his frown deepened as he made his way to the end of the room, Erwin gave him a questioning look and he ignored him completely.

Less than 5 minutes after you walked inside, your hands were full of small presents and flowers, you looked lovely and even a bit flustered, you kindly excused yourself and took a seat next to Hange, your gifts taking a big part of the table in front of you.

“Well, if no one has anything else to say, we can start the meeting” Erwin said and Levi could feel his gaze burning a hole on him as he said “no one”, Levi looked away annoyed and pretended to not notice.

The meeting then started, it was unusually short this morning, taking about 20 minutes instead of the usual hour or hour and a half. The whole meeting Levi kept stealing glances at you and the pile of gifts in front of you, they matched you so well. The delicate lace in one of the gifts, the intese color of the flowers, even the pale envelope of some of the letters you received felt more worthy of you than the shitty gift he held so tightly in his hand, or so he thought.

Once the meeting ended Levi got up from his seat and without saying a word he left the room. He was fuming, he was so upset and felt so unfit. He just wanted to dig a hole and hide inside it forever.

“A fucking pen and some shitty wax. Is that really all I could think of?” He mumbled as he locked his office door and threw the now wrinkly box on his desk.

“Even fucking Miche got her a flower, something more fitting than this…” He mumbled through gritted teeth and sat down, picking up the box once more and holding it with one hand. He remembered the many stores he had to search through to get them and the many stares he got as he sampled the inks looking for the exact shade you mentioned. His eyes inspected the box thoroughly and seemed like the more he looked at it the uglier it seemed. With a sigh he opened one of his desk drawers and placed the box there before starting to work on some paperwork as if nothing happened. The rest of the day flew by, he consciously avoided going out of his office and even skipped lunch and dinner, afraid he may come across you.

His hand scribbled some notes on one of his expedition report when a soft knock broke the silence inside the room.

“What?” He said curtly, he was in no mood to try to be courteous.

“Levi, I brought you some cake. May I come in?” Your voice reached his ears, it was slightly muffled by the closed door yet it made him freeze in place.

“I…uh, yes. Come in.” He replied defeated, it was too late to pretend he didn’t hear you or that he wasn’t in his office. The door opened quietly and you peeked inside, your hair had some confetti on it and you were holding a small plate.

“I finally find you, I’ve been looking for you the whole day. Are you alright? You seemed a bit off during today’s meeting and got me worried” There it was, your selflessness that made him fall for you, even on your special day you were looking out for others.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He managed to say, his eyes still fixed on the papers in front of him though he was unable to write a single word.

“So, the team got together and bought me a cake. I know you’re not fond of sweet things but I figured that a piece of cake wouldn’t be that bad…” Your voice sounded so warm and so gentle; his heart shrunk with how guilty he felt for not saying a word to you the whole day.

“Is that so?” He replied faking uninterest as if it wasn’t him the one who suggested that plan to Hange and who placed the order at the bakery he knows you frequent during your free time.

“Yeah, it… it’s really good” You spoke again and he saw you place the plate on his desk by the corner of his eye.

“Hange mentioned it was you who chose the cake. So I wanted to thank you” The moment those words left your mouth his gaze shifted to you, a wave of heat rushing to his face. You were standing across him, you looked at him with a soft smile and glossy eyes.

“I…” He tried to speak but only a whisper left his lips, he was too entranced by how the shadows created by the candles danced across your face.

“I didn’t think someone would know exactly what kind of cake I prefer, yet you chose the perfect one” You added and grinned widely. A grin so wide and bright that made the ones from earlier seem fake.

“I’m glad you liked it…” He spoke softly, still stunned by the way you were smiling at him. You nodded still grinning and took a step back.

“Well, I won’t disrupt you anymore. Just wanted to thank you for the cake” You said and turned around while waving goodbye. Levi’s mind raced with thoughts and in a rush of adrenaline he opened the drawer and took the box.

“Wait! I have something for you” He said a bit too loud and you turned back surprised.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” He apologized nervously, his hands getting clammy once more and his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he stood up and crossed the room with shaky steps.

“So I… I got you this…it isn’t much, sorry about that” He stammered as he handed you the wrinkly box. He cringed when you took the box from his hand and felt so ashamed of the state it was in.

“Oh but how lovely is this box…” You said softly and if it wasn’t for the shimmer in your eyes and your smile he would’ve thought you were lying. “Yeah, I know you like that color…right?” He replied, his hand still extended slightly towards you.

“I do, yes!” You confirmed with yet another wide smile, as you untied the matching ribbon his throat suddenly felt extremely dry and he felt as if his heart was up his ears by how loud its thumping was.

Then suddenly everything went silent. There was no rushed thank you or surprised gasp. Levi’s eyes were fixated on the delicate way you took the fountain pen out of the box and held it with both hands. “Did you not like it? Was it the wrong piece?” These thoughts flooded his mind and he started to feel very nervous then, as he looked up to see your face, his eyes widened.

“Oh Levi, it’s so beautiful…” You managed to say and finally looked at him, your eyes shining like a thousand stars and a pretty little pout in your mouth. Levi felt as if all the air was punched out of his lungs, you looked so beautiful and oh so sweet. All your smiles and giggles from earlier when you received the gifts from the others meant nothing compared to the adoration your gaze spilled at this very moment. You smiled at him and pouted once more, unable to hold back the sentiment this gift gave you. After all, this was the only gift you had received today that matched your true likes and dislikes, it didn’t feel like a quick and easy kind of gift. It was thoughtful, it was sweet, therefore the most special thing you had received.

“Happy Birthday” He finally said, his firm voice laced with all the love and adoration he was still unable to share.

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softonshanks · 3 months ago

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The captain’s gift

Word count: 2291 Characters: Shanks x female reader Plot: When Shanks and the crew return to the ship after exploring a new island, Shanks surprises Y/N with a thoughtful gift. Though she tries to act tough, Y/N can't hide her excitement and joy for the present: a pirate teddybear. She starts to show it off to everyone, while Shanks can't help but fall in love with her and with her happiness. As the days pass by she is always more in love with her bear, even if her sleeping problem is far from being fixed. One morning she waked up in Shanks's bed, together with her teddybear. What the hell happened the night before? Yes, this is just pure fluff and fun. Author's note: I was looking for a toy as a present for a friend's child and then this thing came up. I couldn't resist, I mean, how could you? This bear it's so fucking cute... so I had to write this dumb thing down. I just couldn't help it. Hope you like it, ciao <3

(btw love this gif: that's exactly how I pictured him while he said the line I decided to put in bold)

After days of sailing, the Red-Haired Pirates had finally docked at a new island. The crew was buzzing with excitement, eager to stretch their legs, explore, and enjoy the local food and drink. Everyone except Y/N, who yawned and stretched lazily, blinking sleepily at the busy deck. She had barely slept the night before, her hammock feeling more like a bed of rocks than a place to rest. She gave Shanks a weak smile as he walked past, but exhaustion had clearly taken its toll.

“Not joining us today?” Shanks asked, his usual grin plastered on his face as he slung his sword over his shoulder.

Y/N shook her head, rubbing her eyes. “Nah, Captain. I’m wrecked. Think I’ll rest up on the ship.”

Shanks chuckled. “Alright then. We’ll bring back stories of all the trouble we get into.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, already leaning back in her chair, closing her eyes against the sun. “I’ll pass on the trouble for today.” “We’re headed into town. Is there anything you need?”’ “Don’t need anything,” she muttered with a wave of her hand; “everything I need is right here,” she excessively gestured, moving again on her chair to find a more comfortable position. “I just need to sleep a little bit,” she added yawning.

“Sure, sure,” Shanks chuckled. “I’ll get you something you don’t need, then.”

With that, Shanks and the rest of the crew disappeared into the vibrant island town, leaving Y/N to nap under the warm sun.

Hours later, Y/N was still dozing on the deck when the crew returned. Her rest had done her some good, and she sat up, stretching and yawning like a content cat. The pirates were in high spirits, laughing and sharing stories of their exploits. Shanks approached her with a teasing smile, hiding something behind his back.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his tone light and mischievous. “I got you a little something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, still groggy but curious. “A gift? Captain, I don’t need a gift. I can handle myself just like any other member of this crew, you know.”

Shanks smirked and shrugged. “Alright, if you’re too grown up for gifts, I’ll just take it back to the store.”

With a dramatic gesture, he pulled out the item he’d been hiding—a plush teddy bear dressed like a pirate, complete with a tiny hat, eye patch, and a miniature sword dangling from its waist. Y/N’s exhaustion vanished in an instant, her eyes lighting up like stars, and she gasped, her exhaustion forgotten.

“Isthatateddybear?!,” she excitedly screamed.

Shanks nodded, repeating “It’s a teddy bear”, laughing.

“Apirateteddybear?” she screamed once more, while Shanks nodded. She immediately snatched the bear out of his hand, holding it close to her chest. She didn’t care about looking like a baby, she loved it. The crew, who had been watching the exchange, burst into laughter. Shanks crossed his arms, trying to suppress a smirk. “And here I thought you were a grown-up. You sure look like a kid to me right now.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. The crew, who had gathered around to watch, burst into laughter. Yasopp slapped Shanks on the back. “You’ve turned her into a five-year-old again!”

Lucky Roo chuckled, raising his mug in salute. “I give it a week before that bear’s the most famous pirate on the Grand Line.” Y/N pouted playfully at them, but the grin on her face was too big to hide. She held the bear up, showing it off like it was the greatest treasure she’d ever laid eyes on. “Look at him! He’s perfect!”, she repeated, unable to stop herself from grinning ear to ear. She hugged the bear tighter, turning back to Shanks with pure joy in her eyes. “Thank you, Captain! I can’t believe you got this for me!”.

Shanks feigned offense, clutching his chest. “You hug the bear first and not me? I’m hurt.”

Y/N laughed and finally threw her arms around Shanks, making him almost lose his balance as she squeezed him tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she cried, jumping up and down with excitement. Shanks chuckled, his eyes softening as he watched her bounce around the deck, showing off the bear to every crewmate she could find, her smile never leaving her face. “You’re welcome,” he muttered under his breath, feeling his heart swell with affection. Shanks watched her from across the deck, unable to wipe the goofy smile off his face.

He knew she would have loved it. A few weeks before, during a stop on a bustling island, Shanks had quietly picked up on something no one else seemed to notice. They had been strolling through the marketplace when Lucky Roo became captivated by a toy shop window filled with colourful trinkets and stuffed animals. While the rest of the crew poked fun at Roo for getting distracted by toys, Y/N lingered a few steps behind them. Shanks, with his usual sharp eye, saw her pause in front of the window. Her gaze locked onto a plush bear. Her eyes had sparkled with a childlike wonder for just a moment before she quickly gasped, shaking her head as if scolding herself. Shanks could see it—the way she quickly turned away from the bear, her face a little more serious as she caught up with the group. No one else noticed, but Shanks did. He knew that she wanted it, but was too proud to show that softer side in front of the others. So when he was walking with the rest of the crew in town earlier that day and noticed a small pirate teddy bear, he knew he just had to buy it.

Y/N was pure joy—always laughing, always brightening the crew’s spirits. He had been silently falling for her for a while now, and seeing her so happy with something so simple filled him with a warm, fluttering feeling he couldn’t quite shake.

In the days that followed, Y/N kept the teddy bear with her constantly. She named him “Red” and declared him the ship’s new mascot. Whether she was working, drinking with the crew, or napping, Red was always by her side. The crew found it endlessly amusing, but Shanks couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride every time he saw her cuddling the bear he’d picked out for her: every time he saw her hugging that little bear, his heart skipped a beat.

It was so fucking ridiculous to him—he was the captain of one of the most feared pirate crews on the sea, and yet, here he was, falling head over heels for a girl with a teddy bear.

One night, unable to sleep again, Y/N wandered out onto the deck, carrying Red with her. She sat down near the ropes, curling up under the stars. The night was peaceful, and the sound of the ocean was soothing, but sleep still wouldn’t come. She hugged Red tightly, sighing softly as she stared up at the sky.

Inside the ship, Shanks was headed to the galley to fetch some water when he noticed the door to the deck was ajar. Frowning, he stepped outside and immediately spotted Y/N, curled up on the ropes, fast asleep with Red tucked under her chin. His heart clenched at the sight. She looked so peaceful, so small, and it warmed him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. But she couldn’t sleep out here—not when it would get cold soon. He shook his head and quietly made his way over to her.

“Y/N,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. “Come on, you can’t sleep out here. It’s gonna get cold.”

She stirred, but didn’t fully wake up, simply mumbling something incoherent and snuggling deeper into her bear. Shanks sighed, but his smile didn’t fade. With ease he scooped her up in his one arm, cradling her gently as she slept. Red was still clutched tightly in her grasp. He carried her to his quarters, laying her down on his bed as carefully as possible. He pulled the blanket up over her and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, watching her breathe softly in her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so content. Shanks reached out and adjusted her blankets one more time, his heart swelling with affection.

“You really are something else,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well, Y/N.”

He stayed there for a few minutes, just watching over her, before finally pulling away.

The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling more rested than she had in days. She stretched lazily and she blinked a few times, her mind slowly catching up to the fact that she wasn’t in her hammock as her hand brushed against soft sheets. Her eyes snapped open as she realized where she was—Shanks’ bed. Her heart raced as she quickly sat up, looking around the room in a slight panic. “Why am I here?” she muttered to herself. She scrambled out of the bed, clutching the bear tightly as she rushed out onto the deck to find Shanks leaning against the railing with a casual grin on his face as he stared out at the horizon.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her with a wink, clearly having noticed her disheveled appearance.

She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "Why was I in your bed?"

He chuckled softly. "You fell asleep on deck last night hugging that teddy bear so tight, I figured you deserved better than the ropes. So I carried you to my bed." He paused, looking at her innocently. "Didn't want you getting cold."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm slightly, embarrassed by how vulnerable she had been. "You could’ve just woken me up,” she muttered, biting her lip.

“Well I tried to,” she looked at him. “I swear I tried to wake up you up, but you are a heavy sleeper,” he said laughing while Y/N pretended to be offended by his words.

Shanks tilted his head, his gaze softening. “Plus, you looked too peaceful in my bed. I can tell you are having some rough nights lately”.

Y/N sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah… about that."

He turned fully toward her, curious. "Something bothering you?"

She hesitated, glancing out at the ocean before letting out a frustrated breath. "I had a weird dream…"

The mischievous glint in Shanks' eye immediately sparked. He stepped closer, leaning down a bit to meet her gaze. "Oh? Do tell. Was it about treasure? A sea monster?"

Y/N scrunched her nose, avoiding his eyes. "It was... stranger than that."

Now fully intrigued, Shanks leaned against the railing beside her, all his attention on her. "Come on, spill it. You can't drop a mystery like that and not expect me to pry," he teased, giving her a playful nudge with his shoulder.

She huffed, still feeling silly, but the way he was looking at her made it impossible to keep the dream to herself. "Fine," she grumbled, her voice low. "I dreamt that… you kissed my forehead," she whispered shily, looking away.

Shanks froze, his face turning a shade of red that almost matched his hair. He didn’t know how to react at first, the embarrassment eating up alive cause he’d swear she was fully asleep in that moment. Finally, after a long pause, he let out a breath and broke into a grin as he decided to do what he always did— make a joke.

“Well, that’s a snitch right there”.

Y/N blinked, confused. “What?”

Shanks pointed to the teddy bear. “Red here is a damn snitch! And you know what happens to snitches.”

He playfully grabbed the bear from her hands, pretending to shake it in mock fury. “I’ll teach him a lesson!”

Y/N gasped in mock horror, quickly grabbing at the bear. “No! He didn’t do anything wrong!”

The two of them tussled for a moment, laughing until they were breathless. Y/N finally yanked the bear out of Shanks’ hands, cradling it protectively to her chest. “You leave him alone, Captain!”

Shanks chuckled, shaking his head. “I love you, you know that?”

Y/N froze for a second, blinking up at him. “Wait… what did you just say?”

Shanks froze as well, realizing what he’d just blurted out, once again unable to maintain some dignity aroud Y/N. But instead of backtracking this time, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, you heard me. I love you. Been wanting to tell you for a while now. You just… you make me so damn happy.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered, and a wide grin spread across her face. She stepped closer to him, holding Red in one arm and reaching out to touch Shanks’ cheek with her free hand. “You make me happy too, Captain.”

Shanks leaned in for a kiss, but Y/N, ever the mischievous one, quickly placed the teddy bear between them. Shanks ended up kissing the plush toy instead of her, much to her amusement.

Y/N burst out laughing, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Sorry, Red gets the first kiss.”

Shanks groaned but couldn’t help but laugh as well. “You little rascal.”

With a playful grin, Y/N finally moved the bear aside and leaned in to give Shanks a proper kiss. Their lips met softly at first, then with more warmth and affection, as if they were both relieved to finally share the feelings they’d kept hidden for so long.

When they finally pulled apart, Shanks rested his forehead against hers, a content smile on his face. “You’ve got no idea how happy you make me.”

Y/N smiled back, her heart light as a feather. “I love you too, Shanks. And for the record… Red approves.”

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