#BOSS&Roux

[melchinafan]

Molly's Rougarou Research Rodent Skull

While working on a different (pair of) post(s), I was gathering some screenshots I didn't have yet, and one of them* inspired me to dig further into exactly what type of rodent skull might've been sketched on Molly's research page for the Rougarou (as I initially noted in my last reblog of this discussion, and how the silhouette of the skull looks somewhat similar to the Rougarou's curious beak and teeth arrangement). *(In addition to the windowsill figurines, Mrs. Pearle has a set of five cross stitches on her walls that serve as nods to each of the mythical creatures! Including a mermaid I've not seen elsewhere and a white rabbit that, by process of elimination, should be for the Rougarou...because she doesn't have any other owl wall-hangings or bonus figurines that I could see. Though I suppose she is missing a Benjy-related figurine, so maybe each set only has four nods, and the bonus rabbit is just because it's cute...)

Fortunately, the artbook has the Rougarou research page in it (plus a few others, but not all, alas). So I have a nice clean reference image for comparison:

As for what the skull might be...rat/mice skulls are too flat across the top. Rabbits have too big an anchor point on the back of their lower jaws for biting muscles. And most squirrels seem to have too smooth of an arch along the top of their skulls...but flying squirrels (and a couple others) seem to have the slight brow ridge, the back of their lower jaw comes to a similar short point, and the nasal bone comes far enough forward, relative to Molly's sketch. So altogether, unless there's another rodent I wasn't able to find that's even closer, flying squirrel seems to be a decent match! (Plus there's the "flying"/gliding parallel, which is neat.)

It also occurred to me that the pile of bones sketched on the bottom wouldn't just be a coincidental pile that she'd have been able to observe from her lair with giant binoculars or a telescope...the fuzz around the edges makes it seem like an owl pellet that's been dissected. So, while she may or may not have lingered (for music and/or to listen to Jolene vent about struggling to help foster kids), I believe she did indeed go down to the sawmill at some point to take a rougarou pellet for study.

(Flying squirrel fun fact that I spotted while skimming wikipedia: they fluoresce under UV light, while normal squirrels do not. I found this doubly delightful since it reminded me that some birds also have feathers that fluoresce, with owls having it occur on their wings. So one could assume that a rougarou might, as well...)

[mareastrorum]

Brevyn isn’t a D&D goliath blood hunter. She’s a WoW Kul Tiran enhancement shaman.

D&D Blood Hunters:

Are a martial class with the crimson rite ability to spill their own blood to temporarily enhance weapons with cold, fire, lightning, necrotic, psychic, thunder, or radiant damage (there is no rock/earth/lava version)

Don’t use fist weapons because D&D has no such weapon category (requires homebrewing, or just unarmed strikes, which generally suck for every class but monks or BH lycans)

Some subclasses have limited self-healing (Ghostslayer rite revival, Lycan regeneration, Mutant reconstruction mutagen), but only the Profane Soul subclass with a celestial pact can heal others with blood maledicts

Can be goliaths, which is a D&D race of humanoids distantly related to giants (implying they are more human than giant) that have skin reminiscent of stone.

WoW Enhancement Shamans:

Are a melee specialization that, along with the other shamans, have/had the ability to enhance weapons with fire, water, earth (which went through multiple iterations before ultimately being removed from the game in 2020, but still exists in WoW Classic), or wind at no cost

Can use fist weapons, including an iconic set that is literally molten lava fists (player characters can use this appearance as long as they have previously looted the item, so this has been a popular farm drop for shamans for more than a decade)

Always have access to a standard healing spell that can be used on others despite being primarily a DPS subclass

Because WoW has race/class restrictions, the only humans who can be shamans must be Kul Tiran (human, but Bigger), a race which was first added to the game in 2018 and playable in 2019 (when Madeleine Roux played the game (especially Classic) to immerse in the lore while writing a WoW novel, which featured several shaman characters, but none of which were Kul Tiran)

Here's a picture of the in-game item:

Man, that sure looks like molten lava claws wrapped around fists, just like the names of the twin weapons: Fist of Molten Fury and Claw of Molten Fury.

Brevyn:

Spilled blood so that "[h]ard, black stone rippling with molten fire formed around her hands"

Otherwise used bare fists instead of a standard D&D weapon

Healed other characters and had no reference to a patron or Profane Soul abilities at any point in the novel

Was a “half-goliath” with normal skin, as opposed to a D&D goliath, implying even less giant ancestry than a typical goliath (human, but Bigger)

The only thing suggesting that Brevyn isn’t a WoW shaman is that she didn’t self-rez, but you know what? Skill issue.

[iucemon]

"I'm so hungry" you say, foolishly. (clank clank clank clank) "how hungry 👀"

I'm not great at translating 3d objects, but their helmet is supposed to be this shape

Kinda a robosona, kinda an OC. Somewhere in between. They are the person I become when I am In The Zone (kitchen). It's too hot to make curry, but I can't stop thinking about it...

I went with the concept of a humanitarian aid robot (who goes to disaster zones and makes tons of food for the affected) who runs a cooking blog in their off time. The bell pepper shield is meant to double as a cutting board/serving plate (it's the future, I'm sure they've figured out how to make surfaces that automatically clean themselves, lol)

Colors wise, they are literally curry and rice. Plus red/orange/yellow bell pepper, spinach, and carrot (the belt embellishment is meant to read as one of those decorative gems megaman loves so much, but also it's totally a slice of carrot)

I couldn't resist giving them a bowl hat (no actual curry in it tho, it's just colored that way)

[direwombat]

mmmmmmm chewing on the idea of faith conjuring up a bliss hallucination of augustine during syb's "leap of faith" wherein faith shows him very gently falling off the ledge only for syb to shove faith aside and throw herself after him because at that point her only thought is "if there's the slightest chance of being able to dampen the impact with my body so that he can live, i'm gonna do it"

[buggyluv]

Girl, since you mention the OP dilfs, I would LOVE to see some headcanons or something about either how they flirt with you or when they realize they like you 👀👀👀

you can add who you like but I’m begging for Shanks and Mihawk ✨🧍🏽‍♀️

hi!!!!! I went with 'realising they like you, and I actually added most of the dilfs. hope you enjoy 🤤🙏

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Realising He's In Love | ♡

characters: beckman, buggy, crocodile, dragon, mihawk, shanks, smoker

cw: fem!reader, crocodile's is suggestive,

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Beckman

Beckman realises his love for you on a random cold morning.

It's a very rare calm day aboard the force. Beckman, sitting in a chair on the deck, listens to those of his crewmates who are awake this early, navigating around the ship. He hears your voice humming a pretty tune. He hears the clanking of pans in the background, giving away your location.

When he enters the kitchen, he sees you dancing around and helping yourselves to Lucky Roux's ingredients.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks. He laughs as you jump, startled by his interruption.

“It's kind of chilly out, and you were running a little cold this morning, so I'm making us some nice warm breakfast,” you say, adding ingredients to a pan. Your desire to take care of him warms him up enough already. He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He buries his face into your neck as he hums in response. The domesticity of it slaps him in the face. A warmth spreads through his body. He understands, in this moment, what it is to truly love someone, but he'll keep it as his little secret for a while longer

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Buggy

Everyone is so mean to him. All his life, he's been treated poorly. Then he meets you; you're a subordinate of Mihawk's that he's brought along to the cross guild. Mihawk is a solitary creature, so the fact he keeps you around must mean you hold some value to him. This fact scares Buggy; it makes him distrust you, even if you're so kind to him.

You talk to him gently, offer to pour him drinks when he stops by Mihawk's tent and patch him up when his two business partners beat him down. At first, he thinks you have alternative motives, that this is a ploy, and you're going to hurt him in some way. Then, he thinks you're patronising him and taking pity on his poor soul.

It takes Mihawk stomping his boot down a little too hard, which causes you to step in and beg your boss to back off, to make him realise you genuinely care about him. You standing up to Mihawk despite what repercussions it may have is the day he realises that he doesn't ever want you to leave.

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Crocodile

He's pretty into you from the beginning, but he doesn't fall quickly. You're a colleague, a hard worker, and he likes you. He takes you to many galas and events and proposes that the two of you should work together more often. That leads to the two of you being tangled in the sheets, and Crocodile makes it clear to you that this ‘relationship’ is sexual in nature and nothing more. You're fond of the man, but you keep your feelings to yourself. Until one night when he needs to take his stress out and finds himself unable to be rough with you.

He doesn't lay your back against his sheets, doesn't flip you onto your front and squish your head into the pillows. Instead, in a move that baffles you, he asks you for a kiss. You oblige, seated on his lap on a soft velvet sofa. His hook caresses your leg, keeping you pressed to him while his hands explore you. You gently ask if he's ok, careful not to anger the beast beneath you. He nods, moving his kisses down to your neck. He feels it in his heart, his chest crumbling from the inside as he bares it to you with every kiss placed on your skin.

He laughs at himself as he remembers telling you this was nothing more than sex. What a fool he was.

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Dragon

Dragon and you are dating, and you have been for a while. He's quite frankly terrified of love. He's been there once, and it didn't work out for him. He takes things slowly with you. Every late-night talk and comforting hug in the privacy of your room pulls his heart deeper and deeper.

He realises just how deeply in love he is when he sees you standing with Koala, giving her some advice. Your heart is what attracted him to you in the first place. Seeing you so readily help other people makes him realise just how strongly he feels about you. He more than loves you; he admires you. He approaches you as Koala leaves, looking much calmer than she did before.

“Is she ok?”

“She's fine, honey. Are you ok?” It's a simple question of concern, but it still has his heart squeezing in a way he's never felt before. He kisses you softly, hoping the action will convey his feelings properly.

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Mihawk

He's very straightforward and to the point. He knows what he wants. He realises he likes you pretty much immediately after meeting you.

The first time he meets your eyes from across the bar, he plans to take you back to your home, entertain you and leave you before you wake the next morning. Then he strikes up a conversation with you, and everything changes.

“Can I buy you another drink?” he asks, sliding into the seat next to you.

“Please don't, this cheap wine tastes like shit. I could probably use this as a truth serum against my enemies” You bite, smacking your lips together at the bitter taste. Something about your attitude lights a flame in Mihawk. He's found a kindred spirit in you. A fine woman with a fine taste. Now he's intrigued by you, suddenly struck with a desire to know more.

So he starts talking to you about wine. There's no flirtation in his words, no exaggerated flattery or innuendo. He asks about you, divulges very little about himself and then tells you he found you interesting. He asks if you'd like to go home with him and see his much more impressive collection of wine. Of course, you accept. He lets you break open a well-aged bottle, drinking happily with you.

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Shanks

Oh, he's pathetic, actually. Everyone else realises before he does. He denies it with every fibre of his being. You've known each other for a long time. Every time you touch him, talk back to him, even look at him, his heart stirs. He has to tell himself the tightening of his chest is just the drink catching up to him.

After a night of drinking and joking, you go off to bed. When you part with your captain, you're so drunk that you don't even realise what you're doing and press a goodnight kiss to his cheek. You cart yourself off to bed, tiredly waving at your crew. You go to sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that Shanks is currently turning the colour of his hair while Yasopp and Roux tease him for it. Beckman gives him a look that says, ‘I told you so’.

“I'm not in love with her”, he groans as he's hit with flashes of all the times you've made his heart skip a beat. “ I just think she's beautiful, smart, talented, fun and” he pauses his sentence when he realises he's rambling, rambling about you. “I'm in love with her,” he sighs, putting his head in hand. What kind of captain falls for his crewmate?

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Smoker

Smoker doesn't realise until it's almost too late. The two of you are co-workers and have known each other for years. While working together, an enemy you hadn't noticed takes a shot at you, and Smoker puts himself in the line of fire. The bullet hits his ribcage, and enough of the soldiers under his command help him away to be seen by a doctor.

Seeing that bullet fly towards you had every missed opportunity to kiss you, cycling through his brain. He moved to save you, knowing it would harm him because he realised at that moment he would rather die than spend a single minute without you. He needs you to eat, breathe and sleep. He convinced himself at one point that you two were just inseparable friends, but the singular bullet in his torso had the truth bleeding out of him.

When he wakes up from surgery, you're sat in his hospital room, asleep in a chair next to his bed. His busy heart relaxes, seeing you safe and sound. He considers the bullet a silent vow of protection. A vow he will never break.

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thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading. comments and reblogs are appreciated ♡

tag list: @bloodfixnd @sexysapphicshopowner @beachaddict48 @lem-hhn @quanxifangirl @mythicallystupid

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[thebearer]

making the bed |carmen berzatto x reader| part one

prompt: carmen's stressed. food critics, a newborn baby, balancing work life and married life and now dad life; he's bound to break, everyone knows it. but no one ever thought he'd lash out on you.

or, part one of the devastation fic. based off this ask from the other day. two more parts to come.

contains: mega angst. mega angst, with no resolution in this part. hurt, no comfort (in this chapter, will be later in part 3). mean!carmen, very mean. mom!reader x dad!carmen with newborn teddy. fighting, language, carmen says mean stuff he doesn't mean. past mentions of trauma, family trauma, mikey mentioned. very angsty and a little heavy, please read at your own discretion. word count- 3.5k+.

"Are you ok?"

Carmen now understood why that phrase used to send Donna into such a blind rage, lips pursing and jaw clenching more and more every time he heard it. First at work, then with you, it felt never ending.

It was beginning to feel like critic season with how many were coming in, snooty and demanding to be impressed. It couldn't have come at a worst time, right in the middle of busy season with the start of the holidays. Days at The Bear were filled with frantic panic, running around, making sure everything was perfect, accounted for, and Carmen always had the sinking feeling it wasn't- that he'd forgotten something, messed something up. 

It wasn't rare for him to work himself up like this, a normal that you always warned him about, but he'd always had a solitude. As long as he'd known you, he'd had a place to go, to unwind, to let himself rest and reset with you. And he still did, it was just shared now with a newborn.

Dorothea Michelle. Teddy, for short. The light of his life, yours too. Nearly two months old with a set of lungs that sounded much louder, much more developed than that. Nights were long, sleepless, spent trying to lull Teddy back to sleep, awake even if he wasn't up with her. Carmen couldn't allow himself the selfishness to relax, to rewind, to "take it easy" like everyone told him to. At work, he was the boss; at home, he was a dad.

"Fuck, fuck," Carmen's sleepy stare was broken by a lick of bubbling heat, the lamb's roux popping with the high heat, splashing all over Carmen's chef whites.

"Jeff, c'mon," Tina clicked, shaking her head, moving the pan to lower heat. "What're you doin'?"

Carmen grit his teeth, snatching a rag off the stainless steel counter tops, scrubbing the burgundy stain, huffing when it only spread the stain.

"What happened?" Sydney turned, looking from the burnt sauce to Carmen's stained chef shirt. "Oh,"

"Do we have a spare coat?" Carmen huffed, throwing the rag down with a firm smack against the counter.

"I don't think so, Carm." Sydney shook her head. "You took the last ones home with you two days ago. The wine-"

"-I know, Chef, I know." Carmen snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, I-I can't fuckin' serve the critics lookin' like this. With shit all over me- fuck."

"Hey, easy, easy," Richie turned the corner, his hands held up. "What's goin' on?"

"Jeff got sauce over him. He doesn't have any clean clothes." Tina muttered, irritated that she had to fix his mess, more irritated that he wasn't taking care of himself. You have a baby, Jeff, you need to rest and take some time, she'd told him. Carmen only waved her off.

"Okay, okay, hey, that's no problem." Richie's voice raised, lifting over Carmen's. "You go home and change, get your spare, check on my beautiful goddaughter, and then come back with your A game. Yes?"

Carmen didn't even humor him with a snarky remark, yanking his coat off and stomping towards the office to grab his things. Richie and Tina looked at each other, shaking their head gently.

"Kids runnin' thin, T." Richie muttered with a sigh. "He's gonna break. It's gonna be bad."

"Yeah, he is. Gonna wear himself out before then." Tina shook her head. "Jeff needs a vacation." They both jumped at the slamming of the backdoor, Carmen's angry exit shaking the foundation.

"Needs to be fuckin' medicated. Fuckin' lunatic." Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes at Carmen's dramatics.

The drive home was filled with silence, Carmen's iron grip on the wheel, tearing through the traffic towards the house- his house, his home. 

Home, but it didn't provide the same comfort that it usually did. Carmen's shoulders still stayed tense, buzzing with rage, not dissipating when he thought of you, or of Teddy, knowing you'd both be there, excited to see him. 

You jumped at the sound of the car door slamming, peeking out the window to see Carmen's parked next to yours, furiously stomping up the front steps. You frowned, grabbing the baby monitor, walking towards the front door.

Carmen nearly hit you with how fiercely he flung the door open. "Woah," You reached for the door, stopping it before he could flick it shut. "Carm, don't slam it. Teddy's asleep. I just got her down." You frowned at him, shutting it slowly.

Carmen looked at you but didn't speak, looking through you with a rage that had your spine tingling before he finally broke his gaze, stomping towards the laundry room. "Carm? What’re you doing home? Don’t you have dinner soon?" You hesitated slightly, lingering in the doorway with an uncertainty you hadn’t felt with Carmen before. 

Carmen didn’t answer, his jaw still ground tight while he rummaged through the clean clothes, carelessly unfolding and shifting the folded clothes.

"Carmen," You said more firmly, caching his gaze. He didn't speak still, just stared at you- through you. "Are you ok?" You lifted a brow, features softening in worry.

Carmen paused, eyes closing, shoulders tensing in agitation. Are you ok? His ears rang, a familiar rage that he hadn't felt in years bubbling up deep in his chest. Frustrated and blinding and rampant, heat rushing through his veins, pulling himself further and further from reality into someplace different- someplace darker in his mind. 

"What's wrong?" You pressed, he could barely hear it, ears ringing at your question. "Did something happen? Did the critic come-"

"-Where's my chef whites?" Carmen barked, cutting you off, his chest tightening more and more with every heavy heave of his chest. You flinched at his tone.

"Uh, I-I haven't seen the whites. I washed your white tee-"

“-You what? Y-You what?” Carmen spat, eye widening with a wild, raged glint in his eye. Your stomach flipped and fell with fear, stepping back instinctively. 

“I-I washed your tee, Carm, that’s all that you left in the laundry basket-” 

"-Are you fucking kidding me?" Carmen boomed, his head spinning, body buzzing with rage. Your breath hitched, frozen in fear at the anger in his tone, the roar of his voice bouncing off the walls, echoing through your ears in a painful drum. 

Carmen moved, snatching the dirty clothes basket, dumping it into the ground with a shake until the dirty chef coat fell on top. He gripped the basket, flinging it across the room with a hard throw. The final push to his bad mood that sent him right over the edge, crashing into a pit of blinding fury, aggravation, breaking him from the inside out.

"Fuck!" Carmen roared, his voice shaking the walls, your breath leaving your lungs in a trembling exhale of fear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is- This is- Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” 

You tensed in shock, gripping the baby monitor in fear, maybe surprise, as it started to buzz to life with Teddy's startled whimpers. Her small cries pulled you out of your frozen state, something deeper than fear replacing the ache in your stomach. 

"Carmen-" You gaped, voice wobbling with uncertainty, taking slow shuffled steps towards the stairs. “Carmen, calm-calm down. Ok? Calm down.” 

“Calm down? You want me to fuckin’ calm down?” Carmen sneered, an angry red flush blossoming in splotchy deep hues up his neck, towards his cheeks. “You don’t do shit, nothin’ that I fuckin’ ask for! Just sit around all fuckin’ day an-and I’m supposed to calm down?” 

“Carmen,” Your voice wobbled, throat tight with tears, hurt and fear strangling your words. “I-You didn’t ask me to wash them. I-I didn’t know. They weren’t in the hamper-” 

“-I shouldn’t have to ask you to wash them!” Carmen roared, eyes so wide you thought they might pop right out of his head, neck vein protruding on exemplifying his rage. “You know what I’m going through! You know how much fuckin’ stress I’m under! I go to that-that shit hole, an-and work my fuckin’ ass off so you don’t have to! Then I come home, and I-I can’t even get a second of peace!” 

“Stop,” You hiss, finally regaining your composure, his words fully sinking into you  now, feeling the full effect of them. “I-I just had a baby. I’m still on maternity leave taking care of a baby- our baby, and I’m tired too. But I’m not yelling at you-” 

“-Oh, right. Right.” Carmen laughs sarcastically, humorless as he runs his hand down his face. It felt mocking, left you feeling small and too vulnerable for your liking. “Because in between your napping an-and feeding, you couldn’t stick a fucking jacket in the wash, right? You’re so busy.”  

“What is wrong with you?” You snap, hoping he can’t hear the tears in your voice, the way your voice shakes with emotion. 

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?” Carmen scoffs, throwing his hands out. “I get no fuckin' sleep, go work my fuckin' ass off, a-and then I come home so I can go back and work my ass off some more, and-and you can’t do one simple fuckin’ thing? You can’t help me out? And then you wanna know what’s wrong with me? When you sit on your ass all fuckin’ day-” 

Teddy’s piercing wail pulls you out of your shocked trance, nose and throat burning with hurt filled tears you refuse to shed. Instead, you turn, climbing the stairs on shaky legs, the sound of Teddy’s cries growing louder and louder. Anchovy watches you from the top of the stairs, sensing the tension, your upset, sliding against your leg as if to comfort you. 

Carmen scoffs, hands buzzing and trembling with rage, the ringing in his ears growing louder and louder with each of your footsteps on the stairs and down the hall. He can barely hear Teddy’s sobs, hands threading through his hair, pulling at his scalp. He sees you walk towards the bedroom, quickly, hugging Teddy to your chest. 

“Oh, don’t go fuckin’ do it now!” Carmen roared, your ignoring him only infuriating him further. “It won’t be ready in time now. I’ll just look like a fuckin’ idiot for the critic tonight! Not that you care! Why would you, huh? I-I mean just our livelihood, just our fuckin’ income!” 

You swallowed back your tears, head tilting towards the ceiling, hands shaking with every shove of your things into the overnight bag. Just enough to get you through the night, the next day. A few essentials, Teddy’s spare onesies, a charger, your wallet- you stopped mid-shove of your items into the weekender bag, the sun’s rays catching in your wedding ring. Your heart fell, more and more, you weren’t sure how that was even possible. 

Carmen’s furious voice was still booming from downstairs, ringing and shaking in his furious fit. Richie and Sugar both warned you about Carmen’s tantrums, brought them up to embarrass him, tease him about it until he was red faced and hissing hushed threats at them. You never, never in your wildest dreams thought you’d be on the receiving end of one. 

You jumped, another slam of something Carmen had thrown, maybe hit in a fit of rage, causing Teddy to wail louder, Anchovy skittering nervously away. Tears leaked out of your eyes, twisting the ring off your finger, setting it on Carmen’s bedside table. Pulling the carrier out of the closet, Anchovy got in much easier than usual, which you were thankful for. 

Carmen was gripping the marble of the countertop when he heard you again, walking from the bottom of the stairs, quick steps towards the door to the garage, Teddy’s voice nearly hoarse from her crying. You kept your head high, tunnel-visioned towards your car, ignoring his heavy breathing and frantic pacing. 

“Wha-What are you doin’?” Carmen’s voice was softer now, still with a jagged edge that was cutting and harsh. The car door opened, the baby carrier hooked into the car seat. 

“Hey, wha- what are you- where’re you goin’? What’re you doin’?” Carmen’s heart dropped in a damning rush of hour, stumbling on heavy legs towards the garage. You ignored him, shushing Teddy gently, running a calming hand over her wet cheek, trying to coax her paci into her mouth. 

“Baby, no-no, no. Hey, no, I-I- What-” Carmen’s chest felt tight, mind numbing and racing, stuttering nervously. You reached for your bag, his hand reaching to grab the strap. “Whe-Where’re you-”

“-Don’t touch me.” You hissed, teeth bared, eyes shining with tears. Carmen flinched, pulling his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” You sneered, pinning him with a watery glare that had his stomach turning in sickening fear. 

“Baby, hey, w-wait-C’mon, d-don’t-You don’t, you don’t need to do this, ok? I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Carmen choked out the words, frantic and unsure, his hands shaking when they ghosted over you back just for a moment. Wanting to touch you, to hold you, to grab you and keep you from leaving, but too scared to. Instead, he grabbed the car door you flung open, holding it when you tried to yank it closed. 

“Let go.” You hissed, sniffling back wet, snotty tears of fury and hurt. 

“Please, don’t-do-don’t do this. Please, baby, I-I’m sorry.” Carmen begged, blue eyes deepening with the burning red hues of tears, bloodshot and lashes wet. “Don’t-Don’t do this-” 

“-I didn’t do this.” You sneered, leaving Carmen flinching at your words. “Don’t you dare try to say this was me. After how you just talked to me? The shit you said to me in there? You think I’m going to stay?” Your voice cracked with emotion, lips pressing together to keep a cry in. 

“No, no, no, no, no, baby, please. Please, ju-just come inside. Come inside, please? Please, don’t-” 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. To say that kinda stuff to me. That hurt, Carmen. That was mean.” You glared at him, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. “I don’t care if you’re stressed. I don’t care what’s going on- nothing, and I mean nothing, warrants you talking to me like that. Just because you fucked up, because you forgot to ask me to do it, because you’re stressed out- I don’t care what it is. You don’t talk to me like that, say those things when I’ve been home all day taking care of my ch- our child.” You nod back towards the sniffling baby, whimpering and crying half heartedly, her little eyelids drooping with sleep that was interrupted. 

Carmen felt sick, his knees tightening in fear, he was sure they might give out, that he might fall to the ground right there. Looking at the tiny baby, lip jutted and shaking in the mirror hooked on the back of the seat, then back at you, eyes red-rimmed and glaring at him with a hurt filled anger. 

“Don’t-” Carmen’s chest shook, a white-knuckled grip on the door. 

Your own hand curled around the door’s inner handle, yanking it away from him. “Move,” You hissed, pulling again. 

Carmen wasn’t sure why he let it go, why he let you shut it, locking the door in case he tried to open it again. Why he let you pull out of the driveway, why he didn’t stop you, why he didn’t run after you, only taking soft shuffles down the drive like a zombie as you drove away. Standing in the drive, Carmen swallowed down the spit that pooled in his mouth, stomach churning, sure he was going to be sick. 

He managed to trudge back to the garage, mind racing and far away, the ringing in his ears dulling but still deafening. It felt like he was in a dream- a nightmare, a hallucinating trance that felt like a sick, sick dream- Carmen was hoping it was. That he’d wake up and find you next to him asleep. That he could hug you, pull you into him, nose buried in your neck, still warm from your slumber. 

As the sun began to sink low into the sky, minutes turning into hours that Carmen sat motionless in the garage, staring in a trancelike state, he realized that this wasn’t a dream or a nightmare. No this was his reality, a horrific reality that he’d made into his own. Carmen sat, eyes trained on the concrete of the garage, voice racing and blending in his mind- his words, yours, Teddy’s cries, Natalie and Richie’s, flashbacks of his mother screaming fits. 

He didn’t move, frozen in chilling, eerie fear. What ifs and terrifying possible scenarios, consequences to his own actions that left him feeling sick, hands trembling. A spiraling of fears that only drug him deeper and deeper with every haunting replay of his outburst. Even the flashing of headlights turning into the driveway, filling the garage with light, didn’t pull him from his trance. 

“The fuck is he- Cousin!” Richie roared, laying on the horn. Carmen didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge that he heard it, only stared. Richie frowned, turning the car off, throwing the door open. 

“Cousin? Carm? What-What are you doin’? Dinner service started an hour ago. Syd is freakin’ the fuck out.” Richie threw his hands up, walking towards the man who still didn’t move. Richie’s heart skipped, flashbacks of Mikey flooding into his vision, parallels of the two brothers blurring before him. 

“Yo, Carm, you-you good?” Richie stepped into the garage, his spine tingling with icy fear. It was quiet, an eerie, unsettling quiet. “Cousin, hey, what-what’s wrong?” 

Carmen's chest rose and fell, tighter and tighter. He was suffocating, head spinning and mind racing so fast he felt light headed. He could barely hear Richie’s voice over the noise in his head, Richie’s hand shaking his shoulder finally breaking his trance enough to meet his eyes, rounded in fear filled question. 

“Carmen, what’s wrong? Is it- Don’t fuckin’ tell me it’s the baby. What the fuck is goin’ on-” 

“-She left.” Carmen’s voice shook, raspy and scared. His tongue still felt too thick, head still spinning. He wasn’t even sure he said it, Richie’s widening eyes the only thing confirming that he had said it. 

“What? Who-Who left? Who?” Richie looked around, like the clues might be there, sure that Carmen wasn’t talking about you. No, he wouldn’t- he couldn’t. Not you. 

Carmen’s breath hitched, a strangling of a sob caught in his throat, running his hand over his face. Richie didn’t miss the way it trembled, shaking even as it rested over his eyes. Your car was gone, the house too quiet, no baby Teddy crying, nothing but silence was left. 

Richie’s heartbeat crawled into a rapid, scared pace. “Why? Wh-Why would she-” Richie looked at Carmen, eyes wide but still, reading his expression. “No. No, Cousin, no. What-What did you do? Carmen,” Richie grabbed both his shoulders, shaking him lightly until he met his gaze. “What did you do?” 

Carmen’s face began to crack, behind his eyes, Richie could see flashbacks of something- something he didn’t know what, but whatever it was, it was painful. That was evident by the fear that glossed over Carmen’s eyes, realization and horror. Carmen’s shoulders shook, frame rocking with a sob he tried to swallow, but couldn’t. Deep cries, guttural sobs breaking out of his frame, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes, fingers curled and clenched around his greasy curls in agony. 

The damning realization flooded over him, that you’d left. 

You’d left, you’d taken Teddy, taken Anchovy- you’d left because he’d driven you away. His angry outburst, petulant, mean, hurtful- he’d been so cruel to you. You. His wife, the love of his life, mother of his child, the one person who loved him endlessly without stipulations or boundaries, the one person who truly understood him. 

And he’d driven you away. 

He wished he could blame his mom, his dad, his family for fucking him up so severely, maybe Mikey, even, for leaving him the shit show that was the restaurant, making his anxieties worse and fuse shorter. But sitting in the empty garage, Richie standing above him in silent shock, his sobs and angry sniffles echoing off the cement floor, Carmen knew he had no one to blame but himself. 

He’d fucked up. Really fucked up. Fucked up in a way that made all the other times look obsolete. 

Carmen had fucked up, and for once, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t avoid it, ignore it, deflect it like other times. Half hearted apologies and promises of change wouldn’t work, you weren’t here for him to even try to give them to you, and he didn’t know where you went. 

Carmen wasn’t sure where you went, how to fix this, why he’d done what he did, and a million other things that raced through his mind. What he did know, sitting in the too quiet garage, chest stuttering with heaving cries, was that he’d do anything. 

Anything, to get you back home. To make it right. To fix this and make it up to you. 

He wasn’t sure how, but he’d give up everything. Anything. His restaurant, his dreams, his hopes, his life, at this point, to make it up to you. 

[sh4nksslvt]

Heyo! :>

Hope you are doing good! Can i please request an angst scenario with Shanks where Reader is the older Sister of Makino, who is a crew member of him. Both in a relationship but Reader kinda always knew that his affection was not for her but for his sister, he connected with everytime they visit Foosha Village but since she loved him so much, she couldn't let go. Maybe they go back to Foosha Village and she saw the differnece how he treats them both (how his eyes soften when he talsk to Makino, his longing gaze, etc.) and she decides to go without saying a word after the others start to joke drunkely how much in love their captain is. Make it 2 years later and Shanks sees her with a child in her arms with the same red hair he has while she works in an orphanage or a bar. You can decide how it ends for both of them! :>

I hope it is understandble, Thank you for your hardwork 🙂‍↕️ Stay hydrated and don't forget to take rests! :>

here ya go hope i delivered it well!

The One He Looked At

She was always the one by his side—until she realized she was never the one in his heart.

shanks x fem! reader | ONE SHOT tags: angst, sfw, hurt/no comfort, oc, heartbreak, secret child, emotional betrayal, secret relationship(?) a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe n akward words count: 1.4k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The rocking of the Red Force was no longer soothing.

You stood by the railing, arms crossed, eyes on the horizon, but your thoughts were nowhere near the sea. You’d spent years sailing under Shanks's flag, years of laughter, blood, drink, and whispers in the dark. Years of pretending he loved you back.

But now… now you were headed toward the place where it all began—and where it always seemed to return.

Foosha Village.

Home.

Where your younger sister still lived.

Makino.

She had always been warm, gentle, soft-spoken. You? You were louder, fiercer, a protector ever since your parents passed. When you joined Shanks's crew, it was Makino you missed most. And every time the Red Force docked at the village, you noticed something shift in Shanks.

It started subtly—how he stood a little straighter before getting off the ship. How his eyes darted toward the tavern the moment it came into view. How his laugh seemed warmer, his voice softer, when he greeted your sister.

And this time, it was no different.

“Foosha Village, ahoy!” Lucky Roux called.

Benn walked past you, nodding in greeting. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… seasick.”

He snorted. “You’ve been at sea for a decade. Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

But you said nothing, and he didn’t press.

When Shanks disembarked, his boots touched the sand, and you watched from behind as his shoulders relaxed, as if he’d finally come home.

And then you saw it again—his eyes scanning, lighting up when they found her.

Makino.

You stood awkwardly by the barrels near the dock as the crew dispersed. You hadn’t been back in two years. Makino smiled brightly, welcoming everyone, arms open, the same as always. She hugged you tight too, and you tried—gods, you tried—to pretend nothing had changed.

But when Shanks stepped forward, it was the way his voice dropped an octave, the way his gaze lingered on her hair, her hands, her smile. It was the way he didn’t even look back at you.

The party at the tavern was loud, drunk, joyful. Music, food, barrels of sake. Makino served with grace, laughing as the crew called her name, telling old stories from their first visit to the village.

You sat at a corner table, half a glass of wine in your hand, watching Shanks laugh with Benn. Makino walked by, and your captain’s eyes followed her without shame.

And then it happened.

“Oi, Captain!” Howled Yasopp, slurring slightly. “When you gonna make an honest woman outta that barkeep, eh?”

The others roared with laughter.

Even Benn chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not exactly subtle, boss.”

“C’mon!” Lucky Roux raised his mug. “To Shanks and Makino!”

The tavern echoed with cheers.

Your stomach twisted.

You glanced at Shanks, hoping, pleading, that he’d correct them. Laugh it off. Deny it. Say anything.

But he only smiled… wistfully.

That was all the answer you needed.

You stood up. No one noticed. Not even him.

You didn’t leave a letter.

Didn’t take anything that wasn’t yours.

Didn’t wake anyone.

You simply walked out in the dead of night with a small bag over your shoulder, heart heavier than any anchor.

You’d stayed because you loved him. Because you hoped.

But hope had become a knife.

And you were done bleeding.

.

.

Foosha’s sun was warmer than you remembered. The breeze gentler.

The bar had changed a bit—new paint, a new sign, a few extra chairs. You leaned out the door, swaying a baby in your arms, humming softly. A mop of red hair nuzzled against your chest, small fingers clinging to your shirt.

“Easy, Kaz,” you whispered, kissing the crown of his head. “Mama’s got you.”

“Mama!”

You turned. A child ran toward you—one of the orphans, barefoot and grinning. You crouched to scoop her up with your free arm.

“Yes, sweet pea?”

“A pirate ship’s here!”

You blinked.

And then you felt it.

That presence. That shadow in the sun.

You stood slowly, heart thudding.

Shanks.

He stood by the dock, eyes wide.

His crew lingered behind him, uncertain.

Your gaze met his, and for the first time, he looked shaken.

Not you.

Not anymore.

You shifted your weight, pulling Kaz closer. His tiny hand gripped your necklace—the old, tarnished trinket Shanks gave you long ago.

Red hair. Amber eyes. Mischievous smile that mirrored his father’s.

Shanks took a step forward.

Then another.

“Kaz…” he whispered.

You raised your chin. “Don’t.”

He stopped.

“I’m not here for a scene,” you said. “This is my life now.”

“I didn’t know,” he croaked.

“I didn’t want you to.”

The silence cracked between you.

Kaz wriggled. “Mama, up!”

You lifted him easily, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You saw Shanks's eyes mist over.

“I never…” He trailed off. “Was it ever real? Between us?”

You let out a dry laugh. “It was for me.”

His shoulders hunched.

You wanted to scream at him. To ask why he led you on, why he looked through you like a ghost while worshipping someone you had protected since childhood.

But you didn’t.

You’d said goodbye once already.

You weren’t going to bleed again.

.

.

Later, Shanks found you alone by the cliffside. Kaz was asleep inside, the orphans playing nearby.

“I won’t stay long,” he said.

You didn’t respond.

“I came back to see Makino.”

That didn’t surprise you. “She’s inside.”

“But I didn’t expect to see you. Or… him.”

You looked at the horizon, arms crossed. “You never saw me before either.”

He flinched. “I did. I just… didn’t know how much.”

You turned to face him.

He looked older. Tired.

“I loved you,” you said. “More than I should’ve. And you loved someone else. That’s not a crime, Shanks. But pretending otherwise hurt more than the truth ever could.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. But you did.”

He stepped forward. “What now?”

You hesitated.

Then smiled—gently, bittersweet.

“You go be a pirate. I go raise our son. That’s all.”

“…Can I see him?”

You nodded. “Maybe. One day. When you’re ready.”

He looked down, hands clenched. Then back at you.

“I missed my chance, didn’t I?”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah. You did.”

The Red Force left that evening.

No fanfare. No goodbyes.

You stood on the porch, Kaz in your arms again, waving politely as the ship faded into the horizon.

He waved back with tiny fingers.

You smiled softly.

It hurt. But less than before.

You had something worth holding onto now.

And he? He had his regrets.

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Daddy! Shanks x Mommy! Reader: Dearly Beloved

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One day you will realize

The stars you are chasing shine bright deep inside you

But will you ever let it shine from within

And cast all of your fears aside?

You'll see the light, but until that day comes

If asked what Shanks' greatest treasure was, he would say it was his crew.

If he was asked now, he would say it would be you.

Why? Because you had given him something precious. You had given birth to twins. A boy and a girl. He found that the little girl looked like you with his eyes, and the boy looked like him with his hair.

The labor was unfortunately long and grueling for you. Shanks worried heavily about you but trusted Hongo. Once it was over, you opted to rest. Shanks was given the task of naming them. He went with Minerva and Simon, remembering how you said you always loved those names.

The moon shone in the room as Shanks carried both babies in his arms to the awaiting crew. Beckman patted Shanks on the back.

"How is our leading lady doing?" He asked, referring to you. Shanks sighed softly.

"She's resting. Hongo said it's going to take some time for her to recover from this. I want someone on watch in the infirmary when Hongos not present. I want to keep them safe."

Beckman nodded. "We will figure something out. Are these the little ones?"

Shanks eyes beamed happily. "Yeah, Simon and Minerva. (Y/n) said she'd want to name her future kids that."

My Dearly Beloved

Be strong, I shall be there

Always here beside you

So, keep your head held high

The shadows of this world

Will try to steal you away into their arms

But you belong in mine

Some time later, Shanks was helping you walk. Beckman held Minerva, and Roux held Simon. They cheered you on as you recovered your strength. They adored you when Shanks introduced you and then married you. They saw the way you subtly changed Shanks for the better.

Shanks enjoyed holding you in his arms, especially late at night. You would hold the babies while he held you in his lap on the rocking chair. You would sing a lullaby of your hometown, the songs gently soothing everyone who heard it.

It was Shanks' favorite part of the night. He'd rather do this than drink the night away. Last time he drank, you and Minerva had gotten severely sick from a nasty illness and could have died. It scared him so badly that he quit drinking until you told him he could.

We are one within a dream

So hold me close and count the stars with me

All our scattered memories

I will find the pieces, one by one

Luffy was absolutely excited that Shanks had arrived in Foosha Village. However, when everyone disembarked, he saw neither you nor Shanks. Beckman led him into the Captain's Quarters. Luffy watched Shanks singing a lullaby to the 2 bundles in his arms. You were asleep next to him.

"Luffy, if you can wait patiently, Boss wants to introduce you to them tomorrow. Can you do that?" Beckman kneeled down to Luffys level and asked quietly.

Luffy nodded softly. In a way, he knew. Makino gave luffy that look sometimes. The look of pure, adorning love. So when Shanks found Luffy, he walked with an unusual quietness. Shanks looked at him curiously, not expecting him to be so silent for so long.

Luffy knew that babies didn't like loud noises, according to Makino. So he did his absolute best to be quiet. When he entered the room with Shanks, you were there. You held the babies in your arms.

"Hi Luffy, come over here and meet the twins. Minerva and Simon." You said with a sweet motherly tone. Luffy climbed onto the bed and sat gently next to you.

"So Shanks is a dad?" He asked curiously.

You giggled at that. "One of the best. Do you wanna hold Minnie?" He nodded as you helped him hold her properly. He looked amazed as the baby cooed at him.

"So am i a big brother?" He asked, twinklex in his eyes. Shanks chuckled at him.

"You definitely are Luffy. You'll protect them, right?" Shanks asked.

"Forever and ever!"

"Thank you, Luffy."

Ocean waves drift over me

I'll keep you in my memory

This dream that lives within your eyes

I wish to see it come to life

When Shanks left Foosha Village for the very last time, he wasn't expecting to lose a limb. You were on the ship when it happened. The twins were 2 now and were with you.

You watched it happen. You were scared. But Shanks remained calm, but in secret, he was devasted he couldn't hold you with both arms. He kept it hidden from you until Beckman told you his plight.

He graciously accepted his fate, of course. He suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist. You hummed softly. You had given him a late birthday gift. But one he would cherish. A growing family.

You were 6 months along, and he couldn't believe his happiness. You tend to wear his shirts, and it drove him insane.

"My love you should be resting! Hongo told you to rest as much as possible."

You kiss him on the cheek and hummed in response.

"Papa bear, mama bear requires cuddles. The baby bears miss their papa's cuddles, too." You said with a slight pout.

"Alright, alright. I can't say no to my beautiful wife. If it'll get you to rest, I'll happily comply, " he said with a laugh as he picked you up with his one arm.

How did he ever get so lucky?

A thousand blades unto the sky

Reach out and link our worlds, yours and mine

Let the tide rush over you

And one day I know we shall meet again

My Dearly Beloved

[kacievvbbbb]

Mihawk and the Red Haired Pirates

-Look I don't know what to tell you, Mihawk's epithet is literally Hawkeyes meaning he is world-renowned for his eyesight meaning that he'd probably make a good sharpshooter. And maybe Yasopp decides to test this theory with a little friendly competition. And after giving Mihawk a quick intro into how guns work, maybe Yasopp had to pull out every trick there is in the book to narrowly avoid losing to said Hawkeyes, who as it turns out is indeed very good at hitting targets and who had literally just learned how to cock a gun not even 30 minutes ago. But who's to say what actually happened, the day of November 25th at 2:35pm? Certainly not Yasopp, the record clearly shows he is undefeated.

-Once a year Ben and Mihawk go on a little trip just the two of them. They act like it's just so they can shit-talk Shanks but actually, they just go fishing somewhere in the middle of the ocean and drink horribly overpriced and fancy alcohol. Look Benn loves his crew, and would die for them but also if he doesn't get at least a week to himself once every year he'd kill them all himself. He deserves nice things and a little peace and fucking quiet and not being constantly inundated with the whims of a man child and Mihawk's the closest he's ever gonna get to a friend with taste, and he travels alone with a bunch of fancy wine. Sue the man. Mihawk who would rather nap is fine to let someone else sail his overgrown raft against the annoyingly ever-changing grandline for a week or two.

-Wouldn't it be cute if Mihawk learned a lot of his fancier cooking techniques from Roux? Like he knew how to cook to survive but watching Roux is how he learned to like properly dice vegetables and that eating fish prepared the same way three times a day is not infact a life he would like to lead. This was of course less cute to Lucky Roux who in the beginning had no clue what was happening and only felt the weight of Mihawk's otherworldly stare on the back of his neck as he handled knives. (he defiantly for at least a little bit, thought Mihawk had a knife fetish. which, he's not entirely wrong)

-To Building Snake (who I just learned is the RHP's navigator) Mihawk might as well be a modern-day miracle. In his eyes, Mihawk's sailing is proof that god exists, because only divine intervention can explain how this man ever gets anywhere never mind on time or early even. Building Snake is pretty sure he owns neither a map nor a log pose and he has never actually seen the sails of Mihawk's pretend ship unfurled or in use. Actually, he has never seen Mihawk do anything but sit menacingly on the throne in the middle of the boat, which why? If you think about it for even a second longer that 2 minutes how Mihawk "sails" anywhere breaks every law of physics and somehow even the concept of geography. Building Snake would like to dissect him and study him under a microscope but knows the boss would disapprove.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine Shanks turning into a cat

Benn: supposedly the ruins are guarded by some sort of shapeshifting enchanter.

Shanks: I heard that and asked the locals at the bars and the marketplace, and they said there hasn't been a sighting of the creature in a few hundred years. But they all told me that no one has gone up there in a long time because they avoid it.

You: then is it really a good idea to go there?

Shanks: meh, [waggles his hand side to side] We'll probably be fine.

You: ... count me out, I don't want to risk it.

Benn: you'll lose your cut of any treasure we find.

You: that's fine, I'll look after the ship with Hongo while y'all go into the creepy ruins. [watches them leave]

The next morning

You: [wakes up from someone pounding on your door]

Hongo: [yells on the other side of the door] Wake the fuck up! We have an emergency, we need all hands on deck.

You: [follows him up on deck to see the group that went to explore the ruins looking winded, tired, and dirtier than usual.] What on Earth is going on? What happened?

Benn: The villagers were right, we shouldn't have gone there to attempt to claim the treasure.

You: sounds about right

Benn: Although they were wrong about one thing, the sorcerer wasn't a shape-shifter himself. He changes other people's shapes.

You: oh gods, who got changed?

Benn: [pulls a large Somali cat out of his pack and holds him at arm's length.] Guess

You: ... is that... the boss?

Benn: [does that lipless awkward white-people smile and nods his head]

You: [takes the cat into your arms] Is he lucid?

Shanks: [thoroughly enjoying the scratches he's getting, and purring up a storm]

Benn: No idea, he's been like this for only two hours, most of which I spent running. But Yassop and Lucky Roux are in the village looking for anyone to help us, so we'll have more information soon.

Shanks: [meows loudly, and clings to your shoulder when you try to put him down]

Hongo: as a cat, he's a real mama's boy.

An hour later when Yassop and Lucky Roux return

Yassop: So we found the village historian lady, who had some information for us. She said that he is a cat for all intents and purposes. He can understand us, though, which should make it easier. She showed a scroll from three hundred years ago, detailing how a bandit robbed the ruins of its treasures. For which the sorcerer changed him into some animal, forget which one, but that's not the important part. The important part is that to undo the spell, we must take the treasure back to the ruins and put it back where we found it.

Shanks: [decides this is a great time to ask for food, and makes a chewing noise with this mouth to let you know.]

You: [rolls your eyes and puts him down] Not to interrupt, but Lucky, is there any canned chicken in the kitchen?

Lucky Roux: yeah

You: Alright, follow me, captain. [goes into the kitchen and starts prepping his food]

Shanks: [meowing at you and standing up with his front paws on the cabinet door]

You: [meowing back condescendingly] You know what? I hope that old lady was right, and you still understand me, just so you know I'm mocking you.

Shanks: [bites your foot]

You: OW, fuck you [puts the plate of food on the floor and goes back out on deck] soon as that little shit is done eating, take him and the treasure straight back before he has another chance to bite me.

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[short-honey-badger]

An Outlaw, a Sheriff, and a Deputy walk into a bar... 6

Part 1

Shanks sits around the campfire, Benn and Lucky Roux on either side of him. Bonk is strumming his guitar softly across from him, but even that does little to put the redhead in a good mood. You’ve not moved from your spot by the shore, and any attempt at communication is shot down by loud silence on your part. He wished that you‘d at least let him know if you were okay, or needed a drink, or food. Hell, anything at this point.

Benn nudges him, and when Shanks gives the older man his attention, Benn nods over to where you sit, “She okay?”

Shanks sighs and shakes his head, shrugging one shoulder before he tips up the bottle of whiskey and wets his throat, “I don’t know, man. She won’t talk to me.”

His second hums and leans back on the log they share, raising a hand to rub his face, “Bring her some food, Shanks. She’s not eaten since she woke up.”

Shanks cocks a brow, confused before realization seeps in. He grins and claps Benn on the shoulder as he stands, “Thanks, Benn.��

The older man just shakes his head at his boss. Shanks would be a lost cause without his crew.

Shanks piles a good helping of stew into a bowl and nabs a thick piece of bread before he lopes over to where you sit by the lake shore. He stands beside you, then crouches down, offering the meal, “Here, you’ve not had anything all day, hun.”

He sees you cut your eyes over at the food, and then sigh heavily as you reach out and take it from him. Shanks grins and silently cheers in victory. He settles on the bank beside you as you eat, content to just sit for now.

“...Thank you.”

Your voice is soft, a bit rough from not talking and the crying that you’d done after you’d settled on the shore. Shanks nods and takes his chance to scoot closer to you, his shoulder pressing against yours. He grins to himself when you press back against him without thinking.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Shanks murmurs and waits for you to finish up before speaking again, “How’re you feelin’?”

Shanks hears you huff, the sound rough and wet. He turns to face you fully to see wet eyes and dried tear tracks going down your face. The redhead makes a sound of concern and wraps his arm around you, tugging you against his side and pressing his lips to the side of your head with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t want to hurt you like that,” He says, and you give a half-shrug then lean into his warmth. Shanks knows that you want to be mad at him, but he can see the defeat clouding you like a miasma.

“Guess I should be thanking you,” you say and reach up to rub your face, shoulders heaving from the big breath you take, “I’m just… sad, I guess, Red. How could he do that to me?”

Shanks frowns and presses you more fully against his side, hand rubbing up and down your waist, “Shamrock gets that from our dad, hun. He always thinks he knows what’s best for the people he cares about. He wants to force things to work, and he’s so used to people just agreeing with his decisions that he doesn’t stop to think if that’s the right thing to do or not.”

You are quiet after his little speech, and as much as this is a touchy subject, Shanks can’t help but relish the time he is having with you. It’s been years since you have let him touch you like this, and he was going to take all of your attention that he could get. Maybe now you’d listen to him when he tried to tell you how he felt.

“Can I tell you something?” Shanks asks softly. He shifts in his spot, turning so that he can face you fully, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. Your eyes widen, but you give him the green light when you dip your head in a jerky nod.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the day you shoved my dumbass off your horse when we all lived back in Blackwater. You were just so full of righteous fury, and I knew right then that no one else would ever hold my heart the way you hold it. It hurt when you didn’t run away with me, but you know me, hun. I’ve never been one to give up, especially when I find a good thing in my life.”

Shanks pauses and swallows harshly, a rough laugh leaving him as nerves suddenly begin to light him up from the inside.

“I know you probably don’t wanna hear all that right now, but I had to tell you. I needed you to know how I felt.”

He leans in close, breath ghosting across your face. Shanks takes a pause, searching your face, tone breathy and needy, “Please?”

Shanks watches you, sees the way your mind is twisting and turning at his confession. He wants to kiss you, to lay the world at your feet and let you do whatever you want with it, as long as he is there by your side. His heart thuds in his chest, and his fate is in your hands.

Only for his heart to break when your expression closes off. You wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging his hand away from your face, and his arms fall limp from around your waist. You stand, looking down at him, and he can see the pain in your eyes, see the uncertainty that weighs you down. Shanks watches you take a step back, your voice croaking.

“I-I’m sorry, Shanks,” you say, and your lip trembles, “I can’t. Not. Not now.”

Shanks is left sitting in the damp sand by himself as you stumble away, head hung low and arms wrapped tight around yourself. His chest aches as he watches you go, but he has seen the look in your eyes, and despite knowing that he would have to glue his heart back together, he is now more determined than ever to be by your side.

@nocturnalrorobin @sanjisleggy @mit-suri @forever-a-night-owl @sordidmusings @shanks-is-a-daddy @mfreedomstuff

[aimbutmiss]

"Finally, we have some alone time." Shanks sighed as he settled into the comfort of the expensive armchair, away from the intimidating presence of Crocodile and the judgemental eyes of Hawk Eye. It was a random decision, dropping by Cross Guild's headquarters. Of course he knew that two emperors meeting would draw the government's attention, but he couldn't bring himself to regret the spontaneous act as he stared at the lovely clown in front of him.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."

"Huh?"

Buggy rolled his eyes at the red head's easily swayed attention. "I wouldn't be so sure that we are alone."

"... You think they're listening?" Shanks turned to the closed tent door in worry.

"No, I made them promise not to and they wouldn't break my trust like that. However... Croccy's really good at finding loopholes. I'm certain Daz is listening to us as we speak." He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "Daz? If you're there can you please knock twice on the door?"

Silence.

"Ugh, come on. If your boss can use loopholes so can I. Did he specifically say you had to be discreet?"

After a short moment, two small knocks were heard.

"Thank you!" Buggy turned back to Shanks, lowering his voice to fit the casual conversation they were having. "See?"

Shanks scoffed in disdain. "I can't believe he trusts you so little."

"He trusts me just fine. It's you he doesn't trust. Rightfully so, may I add."

Shanks' shoulders sagged at the formal speech. It's like there was a thick, invisible wall between them, and it hurt too much to bear.

"Buggy... Come to the Red Force with me. We can at least have some privacy there."

Buggy shook his head. "Absolutely not. As much as I would love to see Benn and Lucky Roux, it's not worth it."

Shanks could have made a joke about him not including Yasopp but he was too confused by the rest of the statement to do so. "What do you mean it's 'not worth it'? Too lazy to walk to the shore now?" He asked jokingly but the worry was evident in his voice nonetheless.

"Of course it's not that, idiot. I just don't want to be alone with you in your own turf."

The room was dead silent but Shanks could swear he could hear his heart shattering. "You trust me that little?"

The clown sighed, already tired from where the conversation was heading. "Shanks, this isn't about trust. It's about letting go of the past."

"So you do not miss me?"

Buggy lips tightened to a thin line.

"Because I miss you."

"Wrong thing to say with someone listening in..." Buggy mumbled under his breath. "Croccy will throw you off the island at this rate and even Mihawk won't be able to stop him."

Shanks' brow twitched at hearing the stupid nickname again, dropping from the bluette's lips so casually. "He respects you two that little?"

"No, he respects us that much. He cares, in his own, weird way. He's a good man."

Shanks smirked at the ridiculous answer. "A good man? You truly believe that? I can see your lips curling you know."

Buggy rolled his eyes. "He's a good man to the people that matter. He's good to me, Shanks. And neither of us are saints you know."

"Even so-"

"I have fame, money and power... But more importantly I have people who care about me to share it with." Buggy cut him off before he could get another word in. "People who protect me and help me when I need it but never push me. People who treat me like their equals. And for once in my life, I'm truly happy. And you're upset that you're not a part of that happiness. To that I say; move on, Shanks. I have, so should you."

"..."

"It's better for the both of us really."

Shanks bounced his leg up and down restlessly as his thoughts became cloudy. If anyone would have told him 25 years ago that him and Buggy would be where they are, so close yet so far from each other, Shanks would have never believed them.

He thought of a million things to say, questions to ask, to beg, but he could only bring himself to say one thing. "If that's your wish."

Shanks got up and turned around to leave, but Buggy spoke up last minute. "I do care for you, you know. I always have."

It wasn't a love confession, not really, but it was the closest thing to it that Shanks would ever get. "I know."

He didn't quite care how rude or embarrassing it was to avoid Mihawk's eyes as he boarded the Red Force to leave Karai Bari, he just did it because he knew the man would instantly know from one look what had just transpired between him and Buggy. And he didn't want to give him and Crocodile the privilege of knowing they won. They would still know, of course, but at least Shanks kept his pride (in his heart, at least).

[thenixkat]

I do actually really like that there's bosses in South of Midnight that the player doesn't fight (Benjy, Honey+Altamaha-ha), that there's a boss where fighting her proves to be the worst decision that Hazel could have made in the situation (Huggin' Molly), and that there's never an option to do anything to Roux.

I think it works well for what the game is going for. Healing and helping the victims, not defeating and punishing fuckers.

---

I especially like that given that Roux is a Devil figure and devils aren't actually fought that often in Usono folklore to my knowledge. They're challenged to games and contests or tricked and made deals with but no so much fought.

(And honestly the forced dance scene is a good indicator that Hazel likely wouldn't do well in a fight against Roux.)

[stormruff]

Jealousy 2

Pairing: RedHair Pirates x Reader, Uta x Sister!Reader, Shanks x daughter!reader and some Straw Hat Pirates x reader

Warnings: agnst

A/C: Sorry for delay in posting, my college comes back to classes and kill my time, but here it is. sorryfor the mistakes and enjoyy (we'll have part 3)

Part 1

"(n/n)! (n/n)! Look what I find! "

Your relationship with Uta a lot improved, since from that day on, Shanks tried to make you interact more with the crew, you learned a little with each officer on the crew. Beck taught you how to fight with Shanks, some medicine with Hongo, improve your aim with Yasopp, cooking with Roux, and your music skills with Monster and Punch.

"a sheet music? where did you find it?"

"Here on this bench, can you read sheet music?"

"very little, but I understand that one a little. shouldn't we talk to these strange uncle or Shanks?"

"Nah, It's okay, you worry too much. they don't know anything, that uncle wants me to stay here, and stop being the singer for the Redhair's pirates!"

"Uta... This weird uncle loves your voice maybe..."she shush you with her index finger in your lips.

"Don't you dare behave like Shanks! He says the same thing! I belong to the Red Hair pirates like you! We are Shanks children! We will be the most powerful of the New Genesis!" She removed her finger away from your lips. "Let's play this song! I start and you accompany me with the flute, okay?"

You sigh: "Fine. Let's do with! I wanna see Monster face after this!" You giggled putting your flute near your lips.

Uta take a breath and...

Everything went out.

It was like a blink of an eye, you felt the noise of the waves… and murmurs. Soon you heard words… but you didn't understand.

"Boss... waking up." You tried to concentrate more.

"Guys.. slowly... she... hit... head... hard" You felt a headache and begin to regain the conscience.

"(y/n) are you awake?" Shanks voice come into your ears.

"hm... Shanks? What... What happened?" You tried to get up, but Hongo hands pinned you in the bed.

"At least she didn't hit her head so hard." Beck says. he was stand up beside Hongo.

"Uncle Beck..."

"Thank God, she didn't lose her memories." Hongo sigh in relief. "do you wanna sit up?" You nod and Beck aproached you and put his hand under your shoulder and sits you up in the bed.

"There you go, Troublemaker." He smiles, and Shanks aproached you.

"How are you feeling, little archer?"

"What happened?"

"You've already asked this question." the capitain teased with a smile while his hand brushed your hair.

"And you didn't answer..." You rubbed your head.

"I wanna bring some painkillers for her, I will be right back" Hongo stand up and smile faintly to you and left the room.

"I will warn the others, that our little Devil is awake..." Beck pat your shoulder and left.

You notice the sudden silence. Shanks finaly spoke.

"You slept for three weeks... You worried me..."

"Three... weeks...? I... I... don't remember anything after I close my eyes for start play my flute... Wait. Where's Uta? Is she fine? Does She? Does she..." Tears started to fall as you thought the worst. Shanks quickly cut those thoughts short.

"Uta is fine, don't worry."

"I want to see her!"

"(y/n). Uta stayed in Elegia." Shanks smile faded for a while. "She will become the best singer in the world, and she couldn't do that with us. She decided to stay."

"That... That... That's a lie, Shanks!" You shouted your tears running out your eyes. "She said... She said..." You sob "She said she wanted to stay with us! She wanted to stay with us! You abandoned her?! If you did this please tell me!"

"I didn't abandon Uta, (y/n). Listen, I know you've been through a lot and are very mature for a 10 year old… but you're still a child… all I can say is that you and Uta messed with a sheet of music that you shouldn't move." he hugged you. "Do you want Uta to make her dream come true?" You nod. "So be happy, I know you're sad, but you have to be strong. When the time comes, we'll see her again, and when that day comes, we'll be very proud. Promise you'll be happy for your younger sister?

You took a while to respond. "I promise"

He smiled.

12 years later

“already awake at this time, (y/n)?” Robin says when she sees you in the kitchen "you slept really late last night."

"I wanted to sleep more, but a certain commotion invaded my room." You sit in the table, ruffling.

"(y/n)-chan! I'm sorry that you sleep has been interrupted!" Sanji runs after you with heart in his eyes with a tray with a glass of milk and cookies. "I made these cookies for you! But before you eat, Let me know who are the bastards who bothered you."

"Don't worry I already take care of it."

"what is this (y/n)? Why so much violence towards us?" Luffy says rubbing his head followed by Usopp and Brook, the three has huge cocks in their heads.

"We just got a little carried away, there was no need to hit us, like that." Usopp say walking towards you.

"Stop giving excuses like Uncle Yasopp!" You shouted while hit Luffy who tried to eat your cookies. "If I had known that spending a few months with you would be such chaos, I would have stayed with Shanks."

"Even Brook was among them?" Nami asked.

"He took advantage of these two idiots coming in to invade my room."

"Don't get me wrong, (y/n)-chan, I was just curious to know the color of your panties."

"PERVERT!" Sanji kicked him.

"You are too, wire eyebrow!" Zoro shouted.

"SILENCE!" Nami put an end to the chaos. "What (y/n) would think about us?"

You giggled.

"No problem, I'm used with Luffy. And I can see, you are pretty excited. What happened?"

"I'm so excited to met princess Uta!" Usopp shouted and you froze, your cookie fell in the ground with your glass of milk.

"(y/n). You okay?" You woke up from your trance of amazement, with Robin's voice.

"Uh, I'm fine. Just... surprised..." you went to pick up the broken glass, but Sanji stopped you.

"she has the same name as your sister, Is it not h-"

"It's just a coincidence Luffy." You cut him. "You must be excited, Brook, they say Elegia is a song heaven."

"Yes, it feels like I'm living a dream. But you must be excited after all you are an instrumentalist too."

"It had been a long time since I played a complete song" You had learned to use your flute as a weapon, you were from a windy island after all, maybe using this knowledge and the power of wind manipulation that you acquired from your island could launch stronger attacks. and you also coated your flute with Haki, which made it more resistant, as well as your archery attacks.

"We're coming to Elegia, Luffy." Jinbe's voice resounded as everyone went upstairs to pack their things to dock the ship.

...

"I can't believe it, Shanks! Did you really bring us here?!" Uta exclaimed, jumping off the ship.

"Elegia, the paradise of music! Feel free, girls." Shanks yelled putting you on his shoulders.

"Can I ask a favour to you, (n/n)?"

"Of course."

"When you see that Uta is going to get into trouble, activate big sister mode, okay?" You nod. "Uta is in your little hands..." he smiled and placed you on the ground "anything that happens, you can call any of us"

"Okay!" you jumped and did a somersault, running to the entrance of the island. "Run inside!"

"(y/n)!"

...

"(Y/n)."

"Ah Zoro." the swordsman broke you out of the trance of memory "did something happen?"

"We've already docked."

"Ah, thank you for warning me. You can go ahead, I'll meet you."

"are you sure? the island is very big. you can get lost on the island.”

"I'll be fine. I'm not going to get lost." You headed outside heading to the room they lent you at Thousand Sunny. "I'm not like a certain swordsman..."

"your..." he clenched his teeth when he heard your giggle.

...

You came to a conclusion, when you saw Elegia, you had already been transported to Uta's world. just like all the Straw Hats. You had to tell Luffy and the others the truth, but you didn't want to and couldn't meet your little sister.

you went to the remote side of the island, where your memories took you. Soon a song started, you knew the melody right away.

"Our song..."

...

"Uncle Punch! Monster!" you came running to Punch and Monster. Punch smiled picking you up.

"look who it is! Our favorite flutist!" Monster who was on his shoulder laughed along with him.

"What's wrong (n/n)? you're really happy."

"Why didn't you wait for me (n/n)?" Uta came running as you giggle.

"You are too slow!"

"Ok! ok! What the two little ladies want?"

"We write a New song together!"

"Uta!" You shouted.

"A song?" Monster came down from Punch's shoulder

"Together?!" Punch shouted happily picking up Uta too "I can't believe these little girls wrote a full song! Boss will love hear that!"

"Shhhh!" Uta says "It's a secret! we only told you because we want help.”

"what kind of help do you two want?"

"I'm having some problems with the sheet music." you said.

"and I want more things in our song!"

"what did you want?" Monster asked.

"a flute solo that (n/n) is going to do!"

"Will you play a flute, (y/n)?!"

"Well... I didn't agree 100%..."

"but I decided that she will!"

Monster and Punch laugh, and Punch put you two down.

"Fine we'll help you two, but we need to know one thing..."

"What" You and Uta ask together.

"the name of the song you fools!" Monster giggled at the comment.

"Your... what?" You gritted your teeth at the monkey.

"The name... the name... name..." Uta pondered "I know! New Genesis!"

you stopped chasing Monster and he stopped running. "New Genesis? It's wonderful, I loved it!"

...

you were deep in thought when you hit something, or someone.

"Don't you watch where you're going? You idiot."

"I should be asking that question, (y/n)-ya.”

"Trafalgar Law?!" You and Law have known each other for many years... you exchange favors from time to time, largely because of the alliance between him and you.

"Wait? What are you doing here? Don't tell me..."

"Don't even think that." he said in his serious tone, extending a hand to help you. "I came to accompany... Bepo." You remembered how much the polar bear liked Uta. "but I have to admit, she's quite strange, she just arrested Big Mom's crew, she seems to be extremely strong, not just anyone can defeat Oven, But there's something I want to know."

"what would it be?"

"strawhat-ya said something a few minutes ago... about Uta-ya..."

"yes...she's my sister."

"WHAT?! YOU ARE UTA'S SISTER?!" Bepo shouted surprised.

"Adopted."

"Oh! It's the same thing! Why didn’t you ever tell me?!”

"Bepo... it's enough" Law cutted his firstmate.

"I'm sorry." bepo apologized, you almost let out a rare laugh, when you felt a strange tingling. You activated your Observation Haki.

"Luffy has problems. Uta captured his crew and him."

"I see"

"Sometimes I forget you have Observation Haki"

Law rolls his eyes and extends his hand. "Room. Shambles." Luffy appear near you together with Bartolomeo.

"Bartolomeo?!"

"(Y/n)?! Oh Trafalgar you are here too. Wait, what's happening here?"

"(Y/n), You won't believe who I found." Luffy says he excitedly.

"Let me guess: my younger sister?" you replied seriously.

"your younger... wait did you know? Why didn't tell me?"

"we don't have time for that stawhat-ya, we have to run away."

"But-"

"Law is right. we have to go. Uta is coming here."

...

"Welcome to Elegia, the music heaven" a weird Old Man call your attention. "Red haired pirates I guess, Feel free, I see you brought two beautiful little girls, may I know their names?"

"I'm Uta, and she is my big sister, (y/n). She is a flutist and I am a singer." Uta introduced you and her to the old man.

"Uta, let (y/n) introduce herself"

"It's okay Uncle Beck."

"a singer... and a flutist, you're too young to know how to play such a complicated instrument."

"(Y/n) She may be very young but she plays very well." Shanks says like a prouldly father. "She is a genius!"

"I would like to see your talents." the old man told you and uta to follow him... You looked at Shanks before follow Uta.

...

"(y/n)-ya, focus." Law's voice called you again... but it was different. you felt like you were in a different place, in Law's arms. you blinked to focus. "you were going to hit your face against the wall"

"Oh, I'm sorry and thank you."

"Why didn't you stop me from banging my head against the wall?"

"she wasn't being stupid."

"(y/n) are you a little too quiet? Is Uta?"

"What?"

"you always diverted the topic when we talked about her. Why Shanks did-"

"That's not the time to talk" you cutted him.

"It is!'

"What are you doing? Run away now, when we're safe, we'll hear the answers. Right (Y/n)-ya?"

You sighed getting up. "I promise, I'll give the answers for all of your questions" You looked up. "We need to hide, now" You looked at the Uta soldiers.

"Hey all of you!" All of You look up. "Come here."

It was a man, a old man with gray long hair in the laterals and no single hair on the top, a scar is noticed of his head, and the voice is so familiar.

"You grow up, (y/n)."

"Gordon..."

...

Applause, applauses and more applauses.

To Uta.

You are beside her and you just hear the sound of the people screaming Uta's name and you are invisible.

"Amazing! Please Uta stay here in Elegia and I will teach you the music art! I'm begging!" This broke your little heart in little pieces, you walked away slowly whimpering while Beckman picks you up and lets you cry on his shoulder queitly. You feel a hand rub your back softly for a second before leaving.

"You did great, troublemaker"

"No one even listen my song... Uncle Beck"

...

"(y/n)?" Luffy said. "What happened to you today?"

"I already say: nothing."

"Who are you?"

"I ruled Elegia a time ago, my name is Gordon."

"This was a Kingdom? But I don't see anyone here!"

"Elegia has once known as a greatst musical Kingdom in th world, but it dissapeared overnight."

"This place just dissapear?"

"They say the island was attacked by a famous pirate."

"Let me guess: Twelve years ago?"

Your voice caught everyone in suprise.

"Y-yes..."Law afirmed

"how did you know the date?"

"This was the last time I've seen Uta." Your look was fixed in Gordon. "Long time no see, Gordon."

"do you know each other?"

"Long story."

"Let's talk about Uta. I raised her, here in Elegia, we are the two people in the island,when she is alone, she always sing about her adventures in the sea..."

you stop listen, in some time... you don't when, but your mind was in your sister. Shanks said he didn't abandon her, and you believed him. she was the perfect sister. The singer everyone loves.

"Please, I"m begging stop Uta! Luffy I know you was his friend and (y/n) she is your sister!"

you couldn't have time to reply, when you realise her plan.

"Wait, her plan is the live show?!" Law shouted as Bepo addressmake noises again, Law turns arround ready for scold the Polar Bear. "Bepo-" He froze to see his first mate changed in mini cute form. "What the-"

"she is here." You speak calmly, running your hand to your bow.

"Uta"

"Gordon. Why are you here with that pirates"

"Uta, why you leave Shanks' ship?"

"Why don't you ask to her?" she pointed to you.

You start walking towards her with your bow in your hands.

"(n/n)."

"Lil sis."

[peachy-dove]

Shanks x Fem!Bunny Hybrid!Reader

CW:MDNI!! 18+ only!, 2k words, Bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, mentions of alcohol, cuss words, Bratty bunny, sitting in Yasopp’s lap, jealous shanks, light degradation, a little spanking, Use of cunt and cunny, DaddyDom shanks, mentions of: Good girl/Bunny/Bunny girl and more pet names, creampie, Oral (male receiving)

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @littlemochabunni for the idea! I’ve always wanted hybrid reader one piece fics, they're some of my favorites in other fandoms so here I am attempting to write one now!

The Redforce was docked on an island in the new world. Shanks and Benn had agreed that they deserved a break from the constant fights. And what else could keep up morale better than a party and some good booze!

The crew was lively and the sun was bright beaming down on the crew. The beach was beautiful and full of plenty of fruit and food from Lucky Roux to go around. Shanks was already drinking by the time the ship hit the shore with his cute little bunny (y/n) by his side. Or rather was by his side, she ran off with the rest of the crew to play in the water earlier. Her pink bikini fit her body just right, man was it a great sight to see. (Y/N) sauntered over with a twinkle in her eyes at the sight of her man.

“Come play with me shanks!” she pleaded with him pulling on his arm though not getting very far. He pulled his arm away and pet her head, feeling the fur of her ears softly graze his hand “Sorry bun, I’m trying to relax right now I’ll come play later, okay?” He told her, sitting back in his beach chair and sipping his drink. The bunny hybrid stomped her foot in frustration, puffing out her cheeks. “But I wanna play now!” 

Shanks sat up and gave her a stern look, “Don’t start being a brat little girl, I don't want to have to punish you on such a nice day would I?” You puff and give him a nod of your head saying ‘no’. He chuckles and kisses your forehead and rubs your lower back.

“I’ll come play with you later bunny, daddy just wants to relax for okay, so don’t get your bikini in a twist.” You hug him and nuzzle into his chest, still angry at him but nevertheless go and hang with the rest of the crew. But on your way you started to devise a plan to finally get shanks’ attention once and for all. If he wanted to see a brat you were going to show him one.

You prance your way over to your good friend and crewmate Yasopp, who was half drunk sitting with Bonk Punch and Monster. “Hey sopp! Watcha doing?” you ask, your ears perked up in interest. Trying to get his attention with your chest on display in your mini pink bikini. He looks down at you, his cheeks heating up from the sight of your luscious tits presented to him, he stammers a bit but responds quickly after,

“H-hey (y/n)! What brings you over here? Shouldn’t you be hanging with the boss?” you huff a little in remembering your boyfriend ignoring you but you straighten back up and bat your lashes at him. You poke out your ass as Yasopp continues to look at your wonderful body up and down as you talk. “Shanks will be fine! I just came to see my best friend!” you get closer to him as Monster and Bonk watch from the side. You climb into his lap and lick your lips seductively.

“You like talking to me don’t you Yasopp?” Yasopp starts to squirm in seat and is sweating nervously. “Bunny what are you doing?” Yasopp asks, his eyes skittishly looking around trying to make sure his captain wasn’t watching your bold display in front of not only him but other members of the crew as well. “What, you don't like being so close?” you lean in to him and stare deep into his eyes as he looks away hurriedly. You giggle from his demeanor.

You sit on his lap fully as he freezes for a moment and looks up from you. Yasopp felt his soul leave his body as the beach went quiet around him. You felt the shift in the beach air as Yasopp looked away from you. Your ears twitched from the sheer presence standing behind you, the hairs standing on the back of your neck making it hard to keep a calm facade. 

“Care to explain what you’re doing bunny girl?” A deep and gruff voice cutting the silence like a knife. You turn your head and see Shanks standing tall in front of you, he doesn’t look too happy right now. “Hey babe! I was just helping Yasopp, he had something caught in his eye” You lie to him, looking him into his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed from your response. “Is that so bunny? Did you have to help him by placing your cute little ass in his lap?” His patience is wearing thin with you but you can’t help but push him over the edge.

“I don’t know, I think it was pretty necessary, I was just helping him, I don't see the big deal, you're being dramatic.” You turn away from him and huff, and look back at Yassop to be the cherry on top of your little performance.

Shanks felt his eye twitch from your willingness to get under his skin, but it lit the fire under him to play your little game. In one fell swoop Shanks snatches you up from Yasopp’s lap and puts you over his shoulder, storming his way back to his cabin on the ship.

"Hey what are you doing Shanks, stop it!” you bang your fists on his sturdy back which didn’t do much. He gets to your shared cabin and puts you down on the bed on all fours. You look back at him as he looks at you hungrily. 

Suddenly Shanks brings his hand down on your barely covered ass, the sting making you jump and your tail to twitch. “Daddy!” you cry out from the spank. “I’m gonna break that little bunny cunt (y/n).” He lands two more strikes on your ass and grabs you by your hair to bring your back to his chest. “You wanted to act like a slut I’m gonna treat you like one little girl.”

He flips you over on your back and rips your bikini top and bottoms off of you. Shanks licks his lips and bites his lips at the sight of your fat tits and glistening wet cunt.He grabs your leg and pulls you to the edge of the bed. “You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it little bunny and since you’ve ruined such a nice day you’re gonna please me doll.” Shanks pulls down his pants and steps out of them, kicking them off to the side.

The sight of his hard cock making you drool and your horny bunny brain couldn’t take it. You got up from the bed and got on your knees in front of him. Shanks pets the top of your head, scratching the back of your bunny ears, “Good girl baby~ didn’t even need instructions, you know how Daddy likes it.”

You place small kisses all over his dick, licking and sucking all over his length. Remembering the taste of him all over your tongue. “Hurry up bunny,” He bucks his hips in warning. He’s still mad with you despite his earlier praise.

You take him into your mouth taking him as far as you could, shanks throws his head back in pleasure as you bob your head up and down. Your warm mouth is taking him so well, maybe if you kept this up he could reward such good behavior.

You continue to suck his thick cock, your only goal is making him cum down your throat. It’s almost as if your body was on autopilot, the familiar feeling of him, his body taking over your senses, wanting more of him. You start to take him deeper, wanting to please him and satisfy your craving for him. His cock hitting the back of your throat, you look up at him with your big doe eyes watching his eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy.

“Fuuuck~ that’s good bunny, keep making daddy feel good” he starts to buck his hips into your throat, as the pace of his breath picks up. His hand holds the back of your head urging to take him farther. You end up taking him down to the base, you feel shanks shiver and throb in your throat. His moans getting louder as he pushes his cock into your throat like his own personal fuck toy.

“Gonna cum bunny, take it all, take it all right now!” He spills his cum down your throat. You can feel his dick throb on your tongue as he lets every drop be taken in by you. You try to swallow all of it to please him. He slowly pulls his dick out of your throat, convulsing and panting heavily.

Shanks grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up for a sloppy kiss, drool and cum dripping down your mouth and tits as he kisses you hard. Shanks lays you down on the bed and rubs his thumb on your clit, making you moan into the kiss. He pulls back and looks at you with lustful eyes. “Such a good little angel you are, yet you always have to give me trouble, huh bun?” You moan in response just trying to get more stimulation from him. He chuckles and pulls away as you whine for him. 

Shanks pulls off his shirt and climbs back on top of you, pressing kisses to your face and the tops of your breasts. “You can keep being a good girl for me right honey?” He asks as he folds you in half, pressing your knees to your chest and lines up his cock to your went cunt. “Yes daddy I’ll be good! Just please fuck me~” You whine as he chuckles at you desperation. He slowly pushes into you as he watches the desperate look on your face as your cute cunny takes in his fat cock.

He swiftly pushes in bottoming out as his balls hit your ass. ‘OH DADDY~” you cry out as he starts a fast pace fucking deep into you. “There you go bunny, taking Daddy so well.” The sound of your wet pussy sounded off the wooden walls of the cabin as he fucked you in a mating press. Your cute tummy and tits jiggling from the force of his thrusts. Your eyes roll to the back and your moans echo out across the red force, everyone was sure to hear you even out on the beach. 

Shanks presses his weight on top of you as he takes his hand and grabs your chin to look at him. “Look at me little girl~” You try your best to focus on him and his eyes but with the way he was pounding you it was hard to even hear him right now but you managed to just for a split second. “You gonna make a mess for me sweetheart?” 

He could tell from the way your cunt was gushing around his dick that you were close. The tight fluttering around his cock like a vice made his damn near delirious.’y-yes daddy i’m gonna cum please let me cum daddy!” you plead as he looks at the slutty expression you were making on your face. “Then go ahead cum for me my good bunny” Shanks reaches between your connected bodies and rubs your swollen wet clit which makes you explode all over his cock and lower abdomen. 

You yell out his name in ecstasy as you spasm around his cock. As you come down from your high Shanks pulls out and swiftly turns you over. He presses your face into the pillows and lifts your hips and pushes right back in.

“Shanks!?” you cry out as he fills you so well, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm not even minutes ago. “You thought I was done with you slut?” He picks up his speed and angles his hips to press into your spot inside you. 

Shanks pounds into your wet pussy, his hips slamming into yours as the sound of your ass reverberates off the walls.”Don’t you EVER disrespect me like that again princess, do you hear me?” You keep moaning and don’t respond to him so he thrusts into you hard with emphasis on each word, “I said. Do. You. Hear. ME!” He hits your cervix as you moan out in response, “YES, yes daddy I won’t do it again i promise I’ll be good!” He grabs your bunny tail and tugs at it in punishment. “I know you won't, sweetheart, I won’t be as nice next time~” Shanks speeds up as he feels your sweet pussy juices drip down his balls. 

All you can do is take it all as he fucks your brain into mush, you couldn’t try to think if you wanted to. From his heavy cock dragging deliciously against your sensitive walls. You could feel your release coming again as he pummeled your pussy.

“Gonna cum daddy! May I please cum?” You moan into the pillows as your release gets closer and closer. Shanks keeps fucking directly into your cervix feeling your tightness wrapped around him he wasn’t gonna last too much longer either. “Go ahead sweetness! Cum, make a mess!” Shanks pumps into you one last time as you both cum together.

Your legs finally give out from under you as shanks hold you to keep you from falling. He slowly comes down from his high and kisses your back as he pulls and lays you both down. 

Shanks pulls you close as you continue to cool down. “I love you little bunny~” He kisses your forehead and caresses your ears and you nuzzle into his chest. Craving his body to be close after such an intense afternoon. ‘I love you too daddy~” You fall asleep in his hold as you both bask in each other's presence.

Meanwhile…

“The boss sure went hard on little ‘ol (y/n),” Lucky Roux said as he ate at a table on the beach with Beckman and Yasopp. “Poor bunny probably won’t be able to sit properly for a while knowing how he gets.” Benn chuckles as he blows smoke from his cigarette thinking of the poor girl pouting from her hurt bottom.

“More like Poor Yasopp when the boss gets a hold of ‘im!” Lime juice pipes in as the crew laughs together. “Aw shit I'm screwed!” Yasopp panics knowing that shanks was gonna kill him no matter what he said!

[leaderofthemafia]

lost his heart...

got beaten...

tried to get over it...

built an orphanage, which is now in the hands of his sister, @crimson-dahliaa...

tries to revive @gnawingonribs with the help of @crimson-dahliaa and @when-life-gives-you-lemon-bombs with cursed ink...

Harper @phonebleedout came in Mori's life...

has some sort of a deal with @pm-black-lizard...

began therapy with Dr. Roux @patiencepleaseyouwillbeonhold ...

wants to lead the port mafia to new glory...

he got @withthemafiauntilmyfinalbreath a cat named Void Lord of Chaos...

how Anons see him and Hirotsu, but...

finds himself being controlled by Hirotsu's power play...

It has been revealed that this was a plan by Fyodor to weaken the Port Mafia.

Gin and Akutagawa have brought back the real Hirotsu @fallingcamelliapetals...

is deeply in love...

met a guy named Angel @fuck-it-go-my-fyodor-rp-blog who is an alternative version of Fyodor...

is Hirotsu's princess...

had another cat...

Written lore stuff:

• The Hirotsu Saga: Unveiling the Truth

• Diary Entries

→ Of course, I update this every time something new happens. At the moment I do this via his diary entries.