#RED HAIRED SHANKS

[black-grulla]

1- i LOVE i ADMIRE how Robin, Brook and Sanji's colour palette are like oil puddles, AND I LIKE IT

2- i just woke up i can't read all that INFO 😭😔😭😔 have mercy

3- MIIIIIIIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK, MY HUSBAAAAAAAAND GAAAAAAAAH, totally in love that you implemented his Live Action coat plus new pants inspired on it.

One Piece Fighting Game AU

this au is inpired by the song Heart Attack by Chuu

hope you enjoy the designs i created most of them in a 2 hr long manic episode of just nonstop designing.

there is more to come with this au im super excited to show you guys :)

some lore ive cooked up for it and design explainations:

preface: sorry this is so much writing and im not going to grammar check it cuz aint no body got time for that.

The world of this au is like pokemon with different gyms you can fight through and beat, there's a big league of pro fighters, and there are schools for teaching you to be a better fighter.

The school our main cast goes to is called the Doki-Doki Battle Academy and it's principle is currently Crocodile. It's previous principle was Nefertari Cobra, but maybe something nefarious happened to give crocodile the spot who knowwsssss~

Doki-Doki Battle Academy (DDBA) hosts many tournaments in their school stadium throughout the school year. The tournies act as tests for the students who are taking that field of study. There are other fields the school offers though, such as weapon crafting, medical staffing, and managing. Though, if the students in those fields with so learn fighting on the side that is also accepted.

In the Pro Fighting world, there are typically pro-league teams such as the Red Hairs and The Beasts. These teams have different levels to it such as Little Leagues (for younger fighters), Minor leagues (for adults on a regional level), and Major leagues (for profighting at a national level). You can also go solo though, much like Mihawk does.

The power system in this AU is pretty simple, different color of auras do different things, but the complexities happen when you start using the different auras in tandem. I might explain it more in depth in a different post, but i dont really know what to explain about it. mostly because i dont know everything about it, myself, yet lol

-----design talk now yippeeee-----

Luffy: i tried to make him very simple protagonist vibes, play into the genre a bit. i incorporated hearts into his design in his hat, his shirt, his arm bands, and his pants poofies. His hat was given him as a sign of love, his shirt is from his school and he loves his school, his arm bands are on his arms and he uses his arms to show his love by fighting or by hugging, and his pants arent scuffed or anything so the heart puffs on his knees protects them from getting damaged (his love protects him)

Sabo: Tried to give him a more mysterious vibe with that peacoat and hat that shadows his face. I incorporated hearts into his design in his eyepatch, his vest buttons, and his boots. His heart eyepatch covers up that nasty scar, so he's distracting himself from his past pain by focusing on his love, the buttons on his vest/hearts on his boots are more or less hidden most of the time so he tends to hide his love but when he lets his guard down (when the boot is rolled down) you can see his love plainly.

Ace: Now, i dont know if Ace will die in this au or not, but in canon, he expresses his love through his torso area, i.e. tattoo on his arm and back and also that Certain Moment, so thats where i put a big ol' heart on him. His pants are also ripped in a shape of a heart but its kinda hard to see, but its meant to symbolize how the damage he takes is his love.

Nami: All the orange in her design is in heart shapes or the shapes of tangerines, thats where her love is. I also made nami's staff a curtain rod. She uses the rod to produce wind when she summons water and then manipulates it to heat it up or cool it down. i tried to add little details like that and the bandages on her torso to show that although she's outwardly clean, she's still scrappy. Nami is in the managerial pathway at the DDBA.

Zoro: I didnt make him quite as bright or vibrant as the others, i kinda just tried to make him Just A Guy. Except for his Swords. His Swords are special, so theyre bright and saturated. I roughed him up, a bit, not too much. i made his varsity jacket be ripped open so it looks like the heart on the front was broken because zoro is very broken hearted.

Sanji: I made him look like a wannabe princely character. Very cheesy, gaudy charm. I made the hearts of his design (on his boots) look like they're sewn up. So at some point his heart was broken, but he's healing them by stitching them up with love.

Robin: The hearts in her design are hard to make out because she is hiding her love. The pink of her lacey undershirt is where the heart is and its being protected by a dark over layer. The many belts in her design, however, are meant to look like shatters in that protective layer. This is meant to represent how even though she's strongly protecting herself, that strength is still weak without any outside help. Robin uses her multiplication abilities to simply multiply the shape of her arms like how she does in canon.

Chopper: His hearts are on his viles and his hat, love was given to him when he was given that hat, and he shows his love by making his healing potions. On another note though, chopper is a Transtormationalist, which is basically the zoan fruits of this world. His model is the Reindeer and his body has naturally started morphing into that form, too. Chopper is in the medical program at the DDBA

Usopp: Usopp's hearts on his pants patches signifies the new loves he’s accepted into his once lonely life. He fights with his sling shot and his ammo is seeds he's found savaging through forests or just growing himself. the white and grey auras he commands lessen the air resistance of his projectiles and makes them go a lot faster, and once they hit their target, he makes the plant grow super quickly, like how it does in canon post-ts.

Franky: Franky's hearts are everywhere and they're bright. he doesn't hide his love and he's built love for himself to wear on his person. Franky is one of the weapon masters at the school and he's a SUUUUPER cool teacher.

Brook: the hearts in his design are his Afro and his bag. I think i heart somewhere that brook has kept his Afro so that Laboon can recognize him when he sees him again and that is just so loving to me so his Afro is in the shape of a heart. His bag is also in the shape of a heart, but the bag is being weighed down by whatever he's carrying inside of it, signifying the burden of the love he carries.

Jinbei: Jinbei is a Transtormationalist, Model: Whale Shark. the heart in his design is the tattoo on his chest for his old team. He's the driver of Luffy's bus and if you do enough dialogue options with him instead of skipping the bus cut-scenes, you get the option to battle Jinbei. If you do, he takes off his jacket revealing the pro-league he used to be in and then he decimates you. it is impossible to win the battle.

Koala: the colors i used for her are peachy colors, signifying what a peach she is :)))) her goggles and the buttons on her suspenders are the hearts on her design, signifying how her love is looking out for others and how love keeps herself up.

Vivi: Her hair is a big ol heart but its upsidedow, signifying how the love she feels often makes her look at things incorrectly. Also the rips in her tights are hearts, much like ace's are. the damage she takes is how she shows her love.

Crocodile: his hook is a heart, he loves fighting. i like the idea that when a student needs a text book and and asks him for one, he gives it to them by spearing a hole through one he has in his coat and handing it to the student who has to just live with a textbook with a big-ass hole through it.

Perona: the hearts in her design are on her sleeves and on her hat. The joke about the sleeves is that she wears her heart on her sleeves. but the hat, its meant to look like more or less a cage for the heart, her love is what traps her.

Mihawk: his hearts are on his weapons, he fucking loves fighting.

Shanks: The hearts in his design are only on his torso area, the locket around his neck and the deep unbuttoned shirt makes it look like there's a heart in the negative space, and the heart patch on his jacket, the loss of his arm and the lack of something there is symbolic for the love he has given.

imma be real, i didnt put that much thought in the heart positionings for yamato buggy or law. I kinda was swept up in Hot Man, Pathetic Man, and Hot Pathetic Man.

Uta: she's based off of Cupid, so she doesn't have any hearts really in her design but her whole persona is based off of a symbol of love and how it can turn malicious.

also in general, the shines on people's hair are meant to look like a heart-rate monitor's peaks and troughs. And the shading i did just by drawing all the shading then desaturating that area

WOWEE that's a lot of designing wtf was i on when i did all this.

if you got to the end, thank you so very much for reading! i hope you enjoyed my ramblings :)

again, there is more to come with this AU so Stay Tuned, Folks!!!!!!!!!!

[grandline-fics]

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

DESCRIPTION: There was only one bed

WARNINGS:  nothing too suggestive, more on the fluff side

CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Shanks

WORDS: 2,065

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

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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MIHAWK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHANKS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lunisoular]

Maybe kid asl with shank

this was supposed to be a simple doodle but i got ahead of myself. here :)

[huyandere]

the newest chapter was crazy

[arixella]

You get hurt and don't tell them pt.3 ' ft. shanks, kid, killer

wc: 355 requested 😋 luffy, zoro, sanji law, ace, sabo

Shanks

-Shanks notices something’s off almost immediately—he’s surprisingly sharp when it comes to you.

“Oi, what’s this? You’re hurt?” His tone is lighthearted, but there’s genuine concern in his eyes as he inspects you.

-He chuckles and ruffles your hair. “You thought you could hide this from me? Come on, don’t you trust me?”

-Shanks takes a laid-back approach, gently tending to your injury while cracking jokes to keep you smiling. “You know, you’re lucky I’ve got steady hands for this. Imagine if I was drinking.” (He definitely was drinking.)

-Afterward, he pulls you into a warm hug, wrapping you in his coat as if to shield you from the world. “Next time, just tell me, alright? I can’t have you getting hurt on my watch.”

-If the injury was caused by someone else, Shanks’ smile turns razor-sharp, and you know he’ll be having a “talk” with them.

-Later, he keeps you close, pouring you a drink (or some tea if you’re not feeling up to it) and teasing you to lighten the mood.

“You’ve got to look after yourself better. Who else is going to keep me entertained, huh?” His words are playful, but the way he lingers by your side shows how much he genuinely cares.

-You might catch him glancing at you more often than usual, as if making sure you’re really okay. But, in true Shanks fashion, he plays it cool—effortlessly balancing concern with his carefree charm.

Eustass Kid

-Kid finds out you’re hurt, and let’s just say he’s not happy about it. “The hell? Why didn’t you say anything?!”

-He’s rough around the edges, so his frustration comes out in angry words, but it’s clear he’s worried.

-He’s surprisingly gentle when he checks your injury, muttering things like, “Idiot… You could’ve made it worse.”

-If someone else caused your injury, Kid is ready to hunt them down immediately—he doesn’t let anyone mess with what’s his.

-After cooling off, he sits beside you with a gruff, “Don’t hide stuff like this again. I mean it.” His tone softens just enough to show he cares.

Killer

-Killer is the silent but observant type, so he notices your injury even if you try to hide it.

“You’re hurt,” he states plainly, no room for argument. He’s calm but firm as he insists on treating you.

-His movements are careful and precise, and though he doesn’t say much, his actions speak volumes about how much he cares.

-Killer’s worry is subtle, but you can hear it in his voice when he says, “You need to be more careful.”

-Later, he sits with you in comfortable silence, keeping you close and making sure you know he’s there if you need him.

♡♡♡

[bubbleberrypunch]

Buggy knows immediately that the Shanks he's encountered isn't the real Shanks because instead of being a menace to Buggy, the guy is treating him like a serious opponent. The real Shanks would be pulling some kind of prank by now, teasing Buggy endlessly, and bickering with him. Buggy knows that this guy is a fake because he hasn't given him that signature look of fondness, hasn't gazed at him with those lovesick eyes of his. No, these eyes are empty. Cold. It makes Buggy sick to his stomach.

Where's the man who always steals Buggy's detached body parts when he can? The man who won't hesitate to touch Buggy's hair when it's in reach? The man who actually happens to be an emotional drunk and will start weeping to anyone within hearing range about how he misses Buggy (Buggy himself included)? Because this is not that man. No, this isn't the man who used to be a boy so helplessly in love he passed on going to the last island with their dying captain. This man doesn't get under Buggy's skin the way only Shanks can. He's not the man he's been running from for over twenty years.

But Buggy finds that, though he declares his hatred for Shanks with his whole chest, he hates this man even more.

[kacievvbbbb]

I know that the running theory right now is Shank's twin, but honestly, I'm inclined to believe it's a clone. Maybe a special one commissed for Garling to replace the child he lost, who knows. But the clone thing seems to be a running theme.

they cloned the seven warlords (who's even to say that the seraphim are the first tries) they cloned Stussy from the Rocks Pirate (the most regular-sized human of the bunch so maybe there's like a limit and Shanks is the most regular-sized yonko.) they clone devil fruits. It definitely feels like a setup for something much bigger and a cloned shanks is very much in that realm

like that really is the only explanation I have for why the "twin' looks so much like shanks. I mean it's one thing to be two siblings that look exactly alike (which isn't out of the norm for Oda) but to wear their hair virtually the same and have the same scraggly mustache even though he would have been raised as a proper celestial dragon with all the "propriety" and better fashion sense that entails and just generally everything (we've already been shown that either the clones are drawn to the same look as their original or it is forced upon them to make them resemble as close as possible.)

I don't know the idea that the world government would clone Shanks because why the hell not isn't so far-fetched honestly it might even be a clone of garling himself to explain the age.

Shanks holds a lot of power in the world a lot of people are known to trust him and he holds particular sway with the giants something that would be very valuable to the world government. And of garling's his dad it'd be pretty easy to get access to that DNA.

but yeah I'm interested to see how this plays out.

[matttheratkingart]

Bennshanks comm for my bff @funeral-clown :3 you can see the full uncensored version on my Bluesky

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 33 - All Blends 4

Summary: Katakuri is smart and the boys start to make up

Pep Tea Masterlist-> HERE

Katakuri stares at you, and a bad feeling begins to creep up. You look so sure of yourself, so confident that the men you named would come for you, and he couldn’t help but silently agree. He had seen the destruction that Shanks and Mihawk could bring, and his mother had brought it to their home. If he were a good son, and he was, Katakuri would go straight to Big Mom and tell her what was coming, shore up their defenses to hide you away to never see the light of day again. 

But, he can’t. Katakuri has never had a good example of love, especially with his family. He knew that his mother had never loved any of her husbands the way you obviously loved these two men. It is obvious with the way that you speak their names, laced with soft affection and a sureness of knowing that they would come for you. He knows then, that for the sake of his own family, he would have to go behind his mother’s back and give you back to them. 

“My mother never should have taken you,” He murmurs, and you look up at him in quiet surprise. 

You hadn’t expected him to say something like that, and you shift your weight, arms tightening about Sukuna. The cat begins to purr, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the giant man. He did not like this one, though he was glad that the other humans had left and he and his brother were out of sight of the disgusting female who sat on the cloud. She had put a fear into the cat that he had never felt before, and it had made him angry. 

His brother seemed content in this one’s presence, however, and Sukuna had found that Hank was a much better judge of character than he was, so maybe this one wasn’t so bad. He much preferred the other human men, though, and he hoped that they would get here soon. 

“No, she shouldn’t have,” you agree, and then shift so that you can sit down on the floor. Your belly makes it hard, but your feet ached, and you are tired of standing. It’s not like you were going anywhere anytime soon, anyhow. You tilt your head, eyeing Katakuri and the contemplative expression that he wears, “So what are you going to do about it?” 

He grumbles quietly to himself, crossing his arms over his massive chest. His family didn’t deserve the fate that would await them if Shanks and Mihawk showed up. The two of them would wipe the Charlotte family off the face of the planet, and nothing that his family could do would be able to stop those powerhouses. His mother had made a grave mistake in taking you, so he would fix it. 

Katakuri turns away from you, and back to the door. He had noticed your pregnant belly, and was sure that you were hungry, “I’ll be right back.” 

You watch the giant of a man leave, lips pursed to the side. When he is gone, you drop the brave face you are wearing and bury your face in Sukuna’s fluffy fur. Hank whines and pushes against you, sliding his big head under your arm, so you pull him close too. You were happy that Wiseman had allowed you to keep them with you, and their presence made the situation better, but you wished that none of this had happened in the first place. 

Truthfully, you couldn’t even find it in you to be mad at your boys anymore. The day that you were taken, you had told yourself that morning that you would call Mihawk again and ask them to come back home. You had told yourself that while you would never forget what Mihawk had a hand in, you could forgive him. The destruction of your home island had been over twenty years ago, and Mihawk had been a different person then. It wasn’t fair to keep him away when he has done nothing but take care of you the past few years. 

You had an idea in mind that it had been Shanks who had given away your island, and while you were terrified of having been taken, you weren’t upset with him. Despite how perfect the two men seemed to be, you knew that they were still human, and humans would always make mistakes. And if you were being honest with yourself, the trip to Whole Cake would have been fun if your circumstances were different. 

You’d seen so much while out on the sea. You had refused to interact with any of the crew, but they had allowed you to wander the ship and stay out on deck every now and then. Sukuna and Hank had stayed by your side the entire time, your cat swiping at any member of the crew who came too close to them. The cooks, who after finding out that you were pregnant, had provided you with all sorts of new and interesting food, and had been helpful in informing you about the nutritional side of it, too. 

You had absorbed the information, wanting to know everything you could get your hands on to properly be prepared for your child and the eventual birth. As if knowing that you were talking about her, the baby kicks wildly, and you grunt at the feeling. You glare down at your stomach, cursing both Shanks and Mihawk for doing this to you. 

Of course, you knew that unprotected sex led to children, but like everything that had happened to you the past couple of years, you hadn’t expected it to happen. You should have, but every time you had given any thought to the possibility, you’d shoved the thought away, not wanting to acknowledge it. 

“I know sweetheart, I miss them, too,” you murmur and smooth your hand over your stomach, and your baby kicks again. You can’t help but laugh when Sukuna is slightly dislodged by the next hit, and the cat turns to glare down at your stomach.

“We’ll be back with them before you come into this world, I’ll make sure of it,” you tell her because you don’t know if you would be able to do this all by yourself. You would need both Mihawk and Shanks there to welcome her, just in case you happened to not make it. 

It’s a morbid thought, but one you can’t help but have on occasion. You know that childbirth is dangerous, and for all that you have read and listened to Mihawk read aloud to you and Shanks, you can’t help but feel unprepared, and the feeling terrifies you. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when the door of the room creaks open and you look up to see Katakuri coming back inside the room. In one hand there is a plate of food that smells so good it makes your mouth water, and your stomach roars in interest. In the other hand is a snail transponder. You watch in interest as he sets the plate near you, and you can’t help but lean closer to get a good look. 

“Eat your fill, and then we’re going to make a call,” Katakuri tells you, and you eyed him suspiciously. The feeling of tentative hope begins to bloom in your chest and you scoot closer to the plate, picking at what you know you like and handing off scraps to Hank and Sukuna. You watched in fondness as your kids scarfed down everything you gave them. You sat the fluff ball down after you were finished and stood with a wince, your back protesting the movement. 

Katakuri sits across from you, and you can’t help but feel amused when you see the massive man sitting criss-cross, his hands resting on his knees while he watches you behind that scarf of his.    

“Done?” He asks, and when you nod, you get to witness just why his mouth curves up like it does. He pulls the scarf down, opens his mouth wide, and dumps the rest of what is left on the plate down his gullet. You watch wide-eyed as he chews a couple of times and then swallows. He shrugs when he sees you watching him, a blush staining his cheeks that you can’t help but giggle at. 

“Are all of your family named after food?” you ask him, and Katakuri dips his head in a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Yes, our mother has a fondness for it,” He grumbles and eyes your stomach when you waddle around, arms stretched high over your head to try and relieve some tension in your back, “Have you thought of a name?” 

The question stalls you, and you drop your arms, looking down to stare at your pregnant belly. It’s a good question, and it makes an embarrassed flush light up your face. You’d been so busy wallowing the past few weeks without Mihawk or Shanks to keep you company, that other than focusing on your furry children, you never put much thought into a name for your actual child.

“...No.” 

Katakuri just shrugs, “Sometimes you don’t know until they are born. Mother makes it look easy.” 

You can’t help but snort. Of course, it would be easy for a woman like Big Mom, all she had to worry about was the possibility of repeating one of her many children’s names, “I’m sure that I will figure one out.” 

However, talking about this makes you miss your boys even more. It should be them that you were talking baby names about, not the son of the woman who kidnapped you. You swallow thickly and wrap your arms around yourself, smiling wetly down at Hank when the big lug crawls up to you with a low whine. Fuck. You miss them so much. 

Katakuri stares at the woman who was slated to be his wife and frowns, his decision to go behind his mother’s back cementing even further. He’d never wanted any children to begin with, he had plenty of siblings that he had helped his mother raise, so to him, it wasn’t that important for him to find a wife, never had been. Charlotte would be angry at him, but she would get over it. 

You jump when the transponder snail is sitting in front of you, and you look up at Katakuri in question. He gestures at it, “Call them.”

You turn wide eyes on Katakurti, heart in your throat, and voice nothing but a croak, “What?” 

Katakuri rolls his eyes and scoots the snail closer, repeating himself, “Call them.”

----

Perona jumps when the snail transponder begins to ring. They have been sailing for the better part of two weeks now, getting closer and closer to Big Mom and Whole Cake. She stares at it for several seconds before she jumps up and answers. 

Ca-lick. 

“Mihawk?” 

Perona’s throat goes dry, eyes going wide at the sound of your voice. 

“_!?” 

She hears you suck in a sharp breath, and when you speak again, it sounds choked like you were holding back tears. 

“Perona? Is he there?”

The pink-haired girl is already striding to the deck of the ship, snail clutched tightly in her hand, “I’m finding him now. Gods, are you okay? They’ve not hurt you have they?” 

She hears you sniff on the other side of the phone and then the sound of a yowling cat, Sukuna having heard the familiar voice of his second favorite human and letting her know how displeased her was.

“No, I’m okay. I’ve been with Katakuri the entire time, and he’s been nice so far. I can hear the ocean, where are you?”

Perona scoffs, skidding to a stop beside Mihawk, and holding the transponder snail out to him, “On our way to you, silly!” 

Mihawk whips around, hand snatching the snail out of her daughter’s hand and cradling it closer, ringed eyes taking in the basic features of your face that the snail forms, “Angel?” 

He hears you burst into tears on the other side of the call, and a fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Mihawk had missed the sound of your voice, even if it was thick with sobbing. 

“I’m here, please, please tell me that you are on the way. Is Shanks there?” 

Mihawk purses his lips, heart thruming with irritation at the redhead for half a second before he pushes it away, “No, dear one, he isn’t. We decided to travel apart to cover a large search area. How are you, both of you?” 

He listens to you sniff and cry for a second longer, and then your voice breaks through once more. 

“We’re both okay. Suku and Hank have kept me safe. Are you okay? You sound better than the last time we spoke.” 

Mihawk grimaces at the reminder. He and Shanks had been in a drunken stupor for days and were still under the influence when you had called the last time, “I’m fine, darling. You shouldn’t worry yourself, over me. Where are you?” 

The snail morphs into a masculine face then, and Mihawk can’t help but glare down at it. He could recognize the purple hair and dark eyes as one of Big Mom’s sons. Rage threatens to consume the warlord, knowing that you were with them, but he pushes it down for now. You had told him that you were doing okay, so that meant they had not hurt you or the child growing inside. Mihawk would teach them the meaning of destruction if you had been. 

“Whole Cake, but we plan to travel back to my home tomorrow. It’s on the eastern side of the archipelago.” 

Mihawk sneers, “And why are you telling me this?” 

There is a scoff on the other side, and he watches the snail roll its eyes at him. 

“Because I’m giving _ back to you. Mother should have known better than to take her in the first place, and I’ve seen what you and Shanks are capable of. I’m saving my family.” 

The warlord can’t help the dry laugh that escapes him, “Charlotte was a fool to have thought that her actions would not have consequences. You are doing the right thing by giving _ back to us. At least one of you has some kind of intelligence.” 

The snail gains your features again, your tone amused but admonishing. 

“Be nice, Mihawk.” 

He listens to you and asks Katakuri the name of his home, and then you are back. 

“The island is called Komugi. It’ll have a big donut in the center of it.” 

Mihawk nods, committing the location and name to memory, “I’ll be there, darling. Perona and I are only a couple of days out.” 

“Please hurry, Mihawk. I miss you.” 

His heart aches in his chest, and Dracule wants more than anything to be able to wrap you up in his arms and hold you close. To hide you away and never leave your side, so that this could never happen again, “We’ll be there as soon as we can, sweetheart.”

He hears you sniff again, and then your voice is quiet but strong. 

“And Mihawk, please don’t be too upset with Shanks. None of us are perfect, and I’m sure he is beating himself up enough without you tearing him down.” 

Mihawk sighs heavily and looks out into the sea. He had already begun to regret how he had reacted to the news back on your island. You and Perona were right. 

“I will beg his forgiveness just like I will beg yours, darling. I’ll call Shanks and tell him to meet us at Komugi. Be strong for us, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

He listens to you give a teary goodbye and the snail transponder clicks once the call is ended. Mihawk dreads having to call the redhead, but if he didn’t, he knew that Shanks would go straight to Sweet City and raze the entire island to the ground. The emperor had always been rash when it came to the people he loved. 

“Do you really think she is okay?” Perona asks him, and Mihawk dips his head in a nod, opening his arm to the ghost girl so she can tuck herself close to him. He had learned from you that sometimes a person just needed a little physical contact to feel better. You would be proud of him, he thinks. 

“She would have told us if they weren’t treating her well, and I find myself… trusting Katakuri to keep his word.”

Perona pouts but nods, “They better. I’ll throw ‘em all in the ocean myself if they aren’t.” 

Hawkeye huffs a laugh and then releases his charge, turning away to go below deck. He still needed to phone Shanks. 

---

Shanks can see the archipelago that makes up Whole Cake on the horizon. They sailed hard and quickly, taking shortcuts and catching updrafts only he knew about to get to Big Mom’s territory as fast as possible. Shanks and his crew were ready for anything that the woman could possibly throw at them, for he had let that rage build and grow inside of him, his haki lashing out uncontrollably.

Not only had you been taken, but Mihawk had taken his heart and crushed it with no remorse. Shanks didn’t like it, but he couldn’t help but resent the other man for it at first. He had worked so hard to get the older man to trust him, and one tiny mistake on his part had led to Mihawk throwing his love for him in his face and raised his sword in anger at the redhead. Shanks understood that what he’d done had cost them you, but he hadn’t been the one who had made their treasure send them away. That blame lay at the hawk’s feet. 

So yeah, he was pissed right the fuck off, and had let his anger fester when he would normally let it slide away. He had wept and raged and drank in his cabin for the better part of the trip, and had only stopped when Neal, the damned goat, had tried to bite his fingers when he’d reached for the next bottle of rum. They had glared at one another before Shanks had scoffed and fell back in his bed to sleep the rest of the day away. 

Shanks’ anger had tempered in that time, but the more he was forced into being sober, the more he felt those feelings of resentment had faded into hurt. He had already beaten himself into the ground over his fat mouth in the first place and had hoped that Mihawk would have been a bit more understanding, but he should have known better. 

“Shanks,” Benn says quietly, and he turns to see his first mate standing behind him with the transponder snail in hand. It looks at him with familiar golden eyes, and he purses his lips, tempted to ignore the older man, but Benn puts that thought to the ground, “It’s about _.” 

The emperor sucks in a sharp breath and snatches the snail out of the other man’s hand, and beats a hasty retreat to his quarters. Once safely inside, he sets the snail on his desk and plops in his chair, “Mihawk.” 

“Shanks. Where are you?” 

The redhead frowns, leaning back in his seat, “Why?” 

He hears the warlord sigh in frustration, and can’t help the smarmy smirk that crosses his lips. Good, be mad.

“Because I know where _ is and I am still a few days away from Whole Cake.” 

Shanks drops the act at that and sits forward, eyes going wide, “What? How do you know?” 

“She called me. They planned to marry her off to Katakuri, one of Linlin’s son but he understood how ignorant that would be and decided to let her call me. They plan on traveling to his home island tomorrow. So where are you?” 

“We’re just out of range of any of their ships, but I can see the archipelago.” 

Mihawk huffs again on the other side, and Shanks watches the snail narrow its eyes at the redhead. 

“Then start sailing east, and I will meet you there.” 

If this hadn’t been about you, then Shanks would have snapped and been difficult about the obvious order, so ignored the urge. He is about to agree and just hangs up the phone, but Mihawk’s next words stop him in his tracks. 

“I’m sorry, Red. I should not have reacted the way I did. I was angry, and worried about _, but I should not have taken it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.” 

Shanks isn’t sure what to say at first. It was like pulling teeth to get an apology out of the warlord, so he knew that you had to have something to do with this. But even if you had been involved with this, he could hear the quiet sincerity in the other man’s voice, and it made Shanks ache with the need to see him. 

“I-.”

“I love you, Shanks. I don’t want you to think that I don’t.”

Unbidden, tears spring up in the redhead’s eyes, and he smooths a hand over his mouth. He blinks harshly to clear them away, heart in his throat, “I love you, too.” 

He can hear the relieved sigh on the other side, and the warlord is back to his usual drawl seconds later. 

“I will meet you there by the end of tomorrow. Wait for me, Shanks. We will get _ back together.” 

Shanks swallows roughly and scrubs at his face, voice still thick with unshed tears, “Okay, Hawkeye. We’ll wait for you. Be safe, yeah?” 

The other man huffs on the other side. 

“I should be telling you that, Red. I’ll see you soon.” 

Ca-lick

Shanks curls into himself the moment the transmission is cut, hope and relief flooding his veins and he finally allows the tears to fall. His shoulders shake, and a broken whine leaves his lips as all the rage and resentment floods out of him. His family was slowly beginning to mend itself, all they needed was you, and everything would be okay again. 

The emperor pulls himself together and drys his eyes with the back of his hand. His crew would know that he’d been crying, but the redhead can’t find it within himself to care. Shanks stands and ambles back out on deck dropping his hand on Neal’s head when he walks past the goat. 

“Sail us east, Yasopp. We’re meeting up with Mihawk,” he orders, and Benn lopes up beside him, his brows raised and an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips. 

“Good news?” 

Shanks nods, and angles a smile at his first mate, “Good news.”

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Now I’m covered in you 🌱

[zallanimana]

I don't know if anyone has an idea like this or not, if so please let me know.

But I want to see more about the family that exists between in our main character story. Because

First of all, many people agree to call Shanks a father figure to Luffy, making him the person Luffy admires and wants to be. At the same time we all know about his brotherly relationship with Ace and Sabo, with their grandfather Garp

But here things start to get unique.... Shanks is clearly shown to be Roger's son along with Buggy, who is Ace's biological father. And Luffy's biological father Dragon is the person who took care of and saved the life of one of his older brothers Sabo. And after growing up, Ace preferred to call Whitebeard his father.

So Garp had a son who raised one of the children he adopted as his grandson, but left his own son Luffy made him technically Shanks' son.Who has siblings and his father is the biological father of his other grandchildren, Who is the son of one of his old rivals/enemies who also has hundreds of other children making him technically has so many siblings.

And don't forget that Shanks is most likely the son of a celestial dragon, who apparently has other children.And we can't forget Crocodad and whatever the former Roger pirates is up to.

Man imagine having to explain this family tree to someone without making them sound stupid.And don't get me started on the sheer number of people who technically count as family for each one person.

[shuggymaniac]

Someone pointed out to this picture saying that Shanks and Buggy already know where the “One Piece” is since they were there when the route was figured out…

Which made me wonder why did they already go after if they were there… and of course with this song stuck in my head lately…

I thought of a new story idea!!!

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In the day of Roger’s execution, after Buggy ran away from Shanks instead of standing still Shanks ran after Buggy and did his best to convince him why they shouldn’t go after the “One Piece” just yet, which eventually Buggy agrees because deep down he doesn’t want to be alone without Shanks.

So they have this discussion on what they should do next, during that time they find out that the marines released the wanted posters for what’s left of the Roger’s pirates and Buggy was not of one of them but Shanks was.

With a heavy heart they come to the conclusion that Buggy needs to stay hidden because if Shanks sailed into the sea his bounty would be higher than those new pirates, and also because Buggy is way better navigator than Shanks. He could redraw the map for the “One Piece” with his eyes closed if he wanted to.

After securing ways to keep in contact without fear of the marines, they go on their separate ways. They talk every few months, giving each other updates of how found new friends and crewmate for their future crew.

Shanks’s crew already knew about Buggy and Shanks still being in contact and all, and they swore to secrecy. Buggy on the other hand took a different approach. The bluenette had trust issues so he already told a hand full of his crew about him and Shanks, adding to it his plan on staying low key so the marines won’t notice them, that they have to commit pity crimes so that they would be seen as just regular small pirates.

Cabaji, Mohji and Richie know and agreed to play along, pretending that they were just some cowardice pirates who follow their captain blindly. When Alvida and Mr.3 join they don’t know anything because Buggy didn’t trust them yet and with how Mr.3 reacted when Buggy got beat up by Mihawk and Crocodile assured him that he made the right choice on not telling them.

And they continue making this acts of Buggy hating him whenever they are seen in Public so that don’t discover them.

In their private lives, Shanks and Buggy already courted one another and confessed their feelings. At some point they meet up in an unknown island just so they can hold a small wedding for them, with their most trust crew mates as witnesses.

When Shanks lost his hand Buggy rushed to him alone so he can nurse him back to health, which the red hair would never say because it would upset Buggy but it was his best days since his it was the longest time his husband stayed with him.

When Buggy met Luffy in orange island he fought Shanks and yelled at him about how his “Special boy” caused him to be stranded at sea without most of his body parts.

When Buggy told Shanks that he will borrow money from crocodile, Shanks tried to talk him out of it, because Buggy already has enough money from selling weapons in the black market in an anonymous name, and that Shanks can give him if he wants more. But Buggy disagrees convincing him that it was a good plan to make not only marines but other pirates to think that he was just a small fry pirate.

At some point Buggy and Shanks needed some high secret documents from the marines, so Buggy orchestrated an act to get captured and sent there so he can steal those documents, because getting out of “impel down” was easier than getting in.

I think I can milk this idea if I rewatch one piece again, I just need to remember Buggy and Shanks’s episodes.

[rea-grimm]

Ghost Shanks

You've been a part of the Red Force for many years, and you've also been on a mission that Shanks put you on for quite some time. But now, after almost a year, you were done and coming back. You couldn't wait to see the rest of the crew again, especially the captain. 

But you had no idea what had happened in the year you'd been away. When you finally said hello to the crew, they began to celebrate in your honour that you were finally back in one piece.

In fact, you didn't even hear it from Shanks like you did from Benn. The captain gave you a hug and a kiss and was glad to see you had made it back successfully. There was no indication that anything had happened.

It wasn't until later, when Shanks was resting in the hammock with a hangover, that Benn sat down with you. There, he calmly explained everything you'd lost while you were gone. 

A lot happened while you were gone, but the most important thing was something you never expected. On another island, where almost no one lived except an old woman, the crew camped out. 

As always, they celebrated and enjoyed life. Most, however, kept to their side of the island. This was not the case for the captain, who had gotten too close to the old lady, who was in no mood for a drunk. 

It was the moment Benn took his eyes off him and it was actually Yasopp who alerted him to the captain's absence. He followed him, but before he could do anything the old lady got angry. 

She got angry and cursed the captain to be a ghost. When they went to see her again afterwards, she refused to lift the curse or tell them how to reverse it or if it would wear off on its own. However, some time has passed since that moment and so far no change. 

The next morning you confronted Shanks about it, but in a way that made him tell you himself what had happened. At first, he played dumb, but eventually he confessed. He didn't want to worry you. 

That was followed by a demonstration of how he could turn into a ghost. In that form, he was almost transparent and could walk through things. 

What you weren't expecting was the next thing, when he asked you without warning if he could possess you. He found out he could do it, but he didn't really try. You didn't agree, but when he laid his best puppy dog eyes on you, you couldn't say no. 

Benn listened to your conversation from afar, knowing full well that this had been the captain's wish for quite some time and he didn't want him to do anything stupid with you. For example, not to get unconscious with you or do something much worse. 

Shanks concentrated and in an instant his entire body became semi-transparent and he took a step towards you. He took your shoulder and smiled encouragingly at you before taking another step and disappearing into your body. 

As he passed through you, a certain tingle ran through your body. Afterwards, you felt like a guest in your own body. You heard Shanks' voice in your head, and then both of your hands went palms up. It looked like you were looking at both hands. 

He was especially looking at your left hand when his fingers closed into a fist and opened again. It felt strange to use both hands again. 

Ben moved closer to you and noticed that you now had a different colour in each eye. One was still your classic color and the other was the same color as Shanks had. 

He relaxed his arms a little more before he hugged you. It was strange to be hugging yourself while not controlling your own body. 

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this," you heard his voice in your head. 

Your return was celebrated by Shanks for many days, but the last one he drank himself almost into a stupor. But he didn't go to sleep in his hammock. No, he didn't. He used his curse to disappear like a ghost into your body.

The worst part of this possession was that you now felt as drunk as he did. You had a lot of work to do to get to his hammock and climb in. In your current state, it seemed like an almost impossible task. 

You woke up in the morning with a headache and nausea. You cursed Shanks for it. Hongo gave you a hangover cure, and after coffee, you started to feel a little better. 

You were still mad at the captain, and the redhead was still sleeping in your body like it was nothing. Apparently, he had slept well since you felt nothing in you to indicate that he was awake and you got the impression that you had taken all the bad from his hangover. 

You settled down to breakfast and decided on a little revenge. You had all sorts of things prepared for breakfast and among them were blueberry muffins, which you particularly liked. Plus, you knew the ghost didn't like them. He didn't like anything with blueberries, and he especially didn't like this. 

You were eating your breakfast contentedly when you heard Shanks' cranky voice in your head. He looked like he was just waking up. But without saying good morning, he left your body and sat cranky across from you. 

"You did this to me on purpose," he growled and pouted like a little child. "Why did you have to have this?" He asked, wincing as if he could still taste the blueberries on his tongue. 

Before you could say anything in response, he moved closer to you, wrapped one arm around you and buried his head in your chest.

"Please don't do this to me again..." he muttered in a low voice that you had to strain to hear yourself. 

"Then next time don't do things like that. You deserved it," Benn interjected. 

"You too?" He turned to him and pouted even more. Then he buried his head in your lap again. You smiled slightly at that, as this moment was more reminiscent of the good old days than ever.

Shanks Masterlist

[amzyspinkarch]

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"Who's Hotter?" Live Action Event: One Piece Shuggy Wars

[bonesofapoet]

sea salt. shanks x you author's note : right so i picked up reading one piece again, rewatched the live action and was immediately reminded how much i lovvvvve his la counterpart and would also fall to my knees for him almost immediately <3 prompt : ingens aequor: the vast ocean word count : 517

The pirate Shanks knew he was many things. He just never thought he'd ever become such a fool. 

Night had fallen in a swell of graceless dancing and lazy smiles chasing away the hot, messy kiss of the hellfire sun. Moonlight floated up into the velvet sky to take its place, graceful in the way it lit up the world cast in shadows and secrets and the blooming, careless hope that only exists under the storybook drawings of stars.

It's just as cruel as it is ironic, that he finds you waiting for him under those exact same stars in that exact shade of twilight dreaming. Sand squishes under your feet as the tide rolls in, closer and closer to whisking you away before Shanks will ever get the chance.

He pauses, eyes roaming over your glowing silhouette all silver-kissed and divine. You sway a little among the embrace of salty, sparkling sea-spray, relishing the eerie calm in your heart before a storm comes to wash it all away.

And yet, Shanks remains rooted to his place in the sand, willing himself to commit this sight, this feeling, to memory: how peaceful you seem. How radiant, and even more enticing than maybe even the Grand Line itself.

Blasphemous fool.

He would trade it all, for one more day with you, yet he isn't and he won't, because he's still leading his crew so very far from your reach once the sun rises and turns the air into gold.

"You know you can't kiss me goodbye from over there, right?" your gaze turns from the enchantment of sea and sky to catch him staring, eyes gone wide and soft as he watches you, lovesick, longing, dreaming of a life he won't ever have.

The smile he shares with you doesn't reach his eyes, nor does it brighten them despite the strength of his will. His gaze falls to the sea, waves reflecting that magical silver sheen before its swallowed up in the never ending hunger of the deepening tide. It's a sight so familiar, he dreams of it often. Could describe the rush and roar of the water at the height of each unruly mood. The sea is his home, his mistress, his partner for life. Yet these last months - well. Shanks suspects it's you, who has grown to become something else entirely.

Because of this, he allows the sea to pull him closer to you, limned in celestial breath. A bargain takes shape in his mind; he vows to himself and the tide kissing his ankles upon every step further into this raging entity that always seems to drag him away and away and away.

He'll come back for you, to you. He knows the feel of his own devotion, and how the shape of it now resembles you. One day, when he's finished with the Grand Line, or when the Grand Line is finished with him, he'll return to this silver-kissed beach with its velvety sky and siren song pulling him helplessly, hopelessly, willingly -

Until he's here, once more, on his knees before you.