#grandline ramble

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

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

[buff-muffin]

Just had the mental image of modern AU Romance Dawn trio where Nami was the only one who had a bike and so they would constantly use her to get around town. Luffy either sat on the handle bars or more funnily, the basket and Zoro sat on the back but Nami got sick of peddling them around so she switched with Zoro. Problem was, Zoro had no idea where they were going all of the time. So instead of sitting back to back she had to turn around and give directions. And if Zoro didn’t listen, she would reach forward and YANK the handle to where they needed to turn. Luffy has fallen off multiple times through this and laughs every single time finding it hilarious.

[grandline-fics]

This has honestly made a bad day so much better!

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

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

This community is amazing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy reading y'all!

[kaziwi]

Heyyy, congratulations for the 100 followers 😍😍

I would like to ask for number 8 with Zoro, if that's okay. Thank you!!

Ugh i love Zoro sm, I hope you enjoy!!!

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"I'll just stay behind."

Character(s): Zoro

WC: 727

CW: Sick fic, Zoro being a sweetie

It was cold....but also hot.....you wished your body would make up its mind already. Of course you were the first one on the ship to get the common Grandline Flu this year. But in all honestly you didn't mind being sick, the only issue was your crewmates avoiding you like the plague. Sickness spread easily on the ship, so no one wanted to take any chances. The only one who ever spent long periods of time with you in the infirmary was Chopper, who kept his distance and wore a mask to avoid getting sick. Other than him and Sanji dropping off your meals, you really didn't have any other company.

You didn't blame them, I mean you would do the same in their position, but thinking that didn't make you feel any better. Chopper said they all missed you dearly, but you wished you could hear it from then.

The Sunny had docked at an island earlier that morning, and now it was time for everyone to split up and stock up on supplies. The only issue was who was going to stay with you. Chopper had to run out and grab a few herbs only he could identify, so someone else would have to stay. Luckily for you, they were discussing this right in front of the thin infirmary door, so you could hear everything.

"I wish I could stay with Y/N swan, but I have to restock on food," Sanji said, dramatic sadness in his voice.

"Well I don't want to stay here!! I really don't want to get sick," Usopp pleaded.

"I thought the great captain Usopp didn't get sick?" Nami snickered at him as he rambled on to defend himself.

"I need to get cola so I can start some SUPERR repairs on the Sunny!!"

Everyone fought over who would stay, making you feel kinda sad. They really didn't want to stay with you?? Maybe you were a bit of a burden. Just before you could continue your negative thoughts, a voice caught your eye.

"I'll just stay behind."

The commotion stopped and you assumed everyone turned and stared at Zoro, but the shock didn't last long.

"Thanks Zoro-bro!"

"Yeah, thanks Zoro!!"

"Zoro!! Let me run you through what Y/N needs!!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Chopper's explanations, knowing Zoro wouldn't remember any of it. Slowly the commotion died down, and after a little Zoro entered your room.

"I'm assuming everyone else left?" You asked, not wanting to let him know you heard everything.

"Yeah, they won't be long, just restocking," Zoro said as he took Chopper's doctor chair and rolled it towards the side of the bed, sitting next to you. You then noticed that he wasn't wearing a mask, nor was he afraid to get close to you.

"Why aren't you wearing a mask? Aren't you afraid of catching what I have?"

"Eh, not really. I mean its a small ship, we're all gonna catch it eventually, so might as well catch it early."

You chuckled a little at his response...but you wondered why he of all people chose to stay behind...

"So...why did you stay behind? I mean, I'm assuming everyone else didn't want to cause they don't want to catch it...but why did you?" You asked after a bit of silence. He looked off to the side, and as he cleared his throat you swore you saw his cheeks turn red.

"Well...uh.." Zoro fumbled with his words a bit, which he never did, EVER, "I just didn't want you to be lonely...I know how annoying it can be stuck in the infirmary, and especially being sick and if someone else stayed they would keep their distance. And like I said I don't really care about getting sick so I didn't think there was any harm in staying."

It was cute, watching him ramble on, trying to give you a convincing explanation on while he volunteered to stay.

"Well thank you," you said, cutting him off, "It was a very nice gesture."

He almost looked like a tomato, his face turning red. You both talked for hours until everyone else came back. You were better in a few days, but that same day Zoro started showing symptoms. While everyone else again avoided Zoro, you stayed by his side, making sure his kindness was repaid.

[local-fire-dumpster]

Thinking about how if Roger was alive, Ace would still use his mother's name and set out to form his own crew, not because he has severe daddy issues that cause him self loathing but because Roger is an incredibly embarassing father.

Like Ace will mind his buisness exploring the Grandline and suddenly The Roger Pirates will drop in and the entire Spades crew is shitting itself while Ace is asking God what he did to deserve this.

Roger of course, explains to everyone that he just wanted to pay a visit to his son and starts rambling about how big he has gotten, telling everyone an embarrassing story of Ace when he was a baby much to Ace's horror. He also starts acting like the biggest idiot on the planet bc in the end he is very much like an older Luffy.

In the end Ace bites him and they all proceed to have a big pirate party.

[writesailingdreams]

Had a rambling post on how to rearrange events in the New World if you delete Punk Hazard.

It's strange how the post-timeskip arcs are somehow the most concise (in terms of actual point) but bloated with content.

For example, Punk Hazard sets up the goal of defeating Kaido. That runs through Punk Hazard, Dressrosa, Zou and Wano. It also includes Law's backstory, Dolfamingo's backstory, Sabo's return, themes of memory and being forgotten, the samurai of Wano and the Kozuki Clan, the Road Ponegylphs*, and more history about Roger's journey.

So, yeah. There's a lot of stuff that is brought up. But it's all crammed under the same goal. There's no break really.

Look at it this way:

In the first half of the Grandline, we have Help Save Vivi's Kingdom followed by Find a City of Gold. Those are very different arcs, both of which were two of the longest arcs at the time. (Skypiea still comes in fourth or fifth longest I think?). This is followed by Get a Shipwright, which, uh, has a lot of other stuff happening and really turns more into Fighting the Government.

Which, you know, makes me realize that in some of the arcs usually considered the best of the story so far, whatever impetus starts the Straw Hats onto whatever island they're on or whatever the goal is, that's not where in ends. Water 7 starts with fixing the Merry and finding a shipwright. That is not how things go. Sabaody starts with going to Fishman Island. That's not how things go. Impel Down starts with Luffy wanting to save Ace. That's now how things go.

That twist around, even an ultimately triumphant one like in Water 7/Enies Lobby, hasn't really happened, far as I can recall. I think Egghead might be the closest, but I'd have to have the full arc complete to make a judgment.

This does make me want to re-read the post-timeskip arcs because I'm just not as familiar with the details or the story structure. (What are you doing narratively? What are you setting up? Where are you going? How are you telling this story? What do you add? What are you enhancing?)

I dunno, this got rambling too, but sometimes it feels like we went from Save the Island to Stop the Scientist to Save the Island to Help the Island to Get Sanji Back to Save the Island to Help the Scientist. Can I have something different? Or at least, can there be some switch around? I think the biggest surprise so far as been the mystery angle of Egghead (yay) and Gear 5.

*this is one of the few parts that is relevant to Whole Cake Island

[grandline-fics]

I’m dating a captain, was dating a captain and got a ‘captain’ as an admirer? I’ll take it

Also why is my technical grandfather my enemy?! What did I do to Zeff??

DATING LAW AND ZORO AS AN EX I think this is a win

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[charkyzombicorn]

An au where usopp and Mihawk are friends

This doesn’t really change anything story wise.

Basically when usopp was a child he accidental he became pen pals with Dracula Mihawk. And then they became friends.

Usopp wrote a couple hundred letters in bottles to his dad, Mihawk happened to catch the one where Usopp said he was getting so good with his slingshot he could pierce the sword of the world's greatest swordsman, before saying what island he lived on (in case his dad forgot) and mentioned that he should really hurry with that grandline medicine he must be out looking for because Mom's started coughing up blood - even if he, the great captain Usopp, is scared of nothing - he still insists his dad come home soon, because Mom was in pain and Dad loved Mom, right?

So Mihawk decided to send a letter via news coo to the address on the note, asking if he truly believed he could beat the world's greatest swordsman, and mentioning he wasn't anyone's father he just found the bottle. The kid replied using the same envelope just with new addresses under the scratched out old ones, saying he absolutely could, and apologizing for bugging the stranger. Sadly, Banchina had been dead for about two years when Usopp got this reply, so Mihawk couldn't help on that front (honestly idk if he even would have) but they did keep talking because Usopp's rambles were long and funny and Mihawk was bored a lot of the time so he appreciated it

[supernaturallyginger]

I gotta ask about your wip “handssss”!

oooh that's an interesting one!

Handssss is the placeholder name of the unfinished fic that eventually inspired me to write The Hands that Feed God

This wip was different enough from what I ended up writing that I kept the bones of this to come back to another time.

It's a Usopp POV fic as he starts to realize that Sanji is in love Luffy, since Sanji only uses his hands for the the things he loves.

Here's a little very rough draft snippet:

Sanji never used his hands. 

Well— that wasn’t quite true. 

The cook had an unique way of fighting his battles. A special kick based type of martial arts. No hands, only legs. He explained it was to keep his hands safe. To keep them pristine like his kitchen. A chef’s greatest tool was his hands after all. 

So it wasn’t right to say he *never* used his hands. He only used them for the things he loved. 

At least that’s what Usopp surmised.

Early on in their travels, before the Going Merry had even reached the Grandline, Usopp had asked Sanji about his handless habits during a night of drinking and celebration. 

Sanji was holding his glass of wine with the dignity and grace of a nobleman. Despite his slurring words and unsteady legs beneath him, his hand remained steady. His slender pinky sticking out. 

“I use my hands for three things, Usopp.” Sanji draped his arm around Usopp’s shoulders and leaned into him heavily. It was less of a friendly gesture, but more of a suave move to keep himself steady. “For cooking. For smoking. And for love making. I refuse to dirty my hands in a fight when I need them clean to reach under a lady's skirt and—!" 

"Ew." The grimace on Usopp's face was promptly kicked off by a leather loafer to the back of the head. 

"Ew?! You're ew!" 

Ah, a refined comeback from a mature 19 year old drinking cheap wine and growing all of 4 chin hairs. Before Usopp could open his mouth with the sarcastic reply he was so proud of, Sanji's eyes were drawn to Luffy skipping over to them. 

The sound on flip flops against worn wood was a sound Usopp associated with friendship and merriment. It also usually spelt trouble.

Lucky for Usopp, it was the former. 

Luffy slung an arm around both he and Sanji’s shoulders and forced himself between their silly drunken spat. His grin was big and bright. Challenging the moon by lighting up the night. He had been snacking on the spread Sanji put out. His rubber belly and cheeks were comically stuffed and round. 

They were always well fed now Sanji was on the crew. 

There were still remnants of meat grease and crumbs on Luffy’s chin. “Tch. You’re such a slob.” Sanji shoved his hand into his pocket to grab a handkerchief. “No wonder you were a shitty chore boy. Can’t even clean yourself up.” 

He continued to complain, rambling off swears like it was going out of style. All the while, he patted the handkerchief to Luffy’s face with all the care of a mother. When the fabric wasn’t enough, he licked his thumb and dragged it across the grease. Holding the captain’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. Eyes locked with Luffy’s for a still moment. 

“Aww Sanji-kun, why don’t you clean me up like that!~?” Usopp fake cried in a girly voice. Batting his long lashes Sanji’s way. 

That earned him another kick upside the head before Sanji twirled away to fetch his dear Nami-swan another drink.

[grandline-fics]

Little update!

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

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

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

[sirensofthefiveseas]

Boa fell silent after she spoke, blushing slightly at how openly she rambled off. She didn’t get to speak of her past often; her sisters were still to traumatized by the past and the others on the island didn’t know the feeling. Knowing that not only was he a slave but that he had struck such a huge blow against the Dragons made her relax a little. Still it was unbecoming of an empress to just spill her darker traumas.

At his comment she looked up at the sky herself, but with how the grandline was there was no certain way for her to see a storm coming. Still he seemed certain that the storm was on it’s way and she didn’t want to get soaked. Salome came over to them, looking over the girls for a moment as Boa considered how she would get them back to their mothers. While she could carry two of them she wouldn’t manage all four. Boa didn’t want to wake them up since they hadn’t been napping for long and they were terrors when they woke up from naps.

Sighing softly she looked at Salome, the two sharing a look before the snake slipped off again. “I don’t want to wake them up.” Boa said softly, running her fingers through Marigold’s hair. “They’re terrors when they wake up from naps to early, but they’ll be worse if they get sick from being in the rain to long.” Shifting herself she considered the time it would take to get back to the village. “I….may need some help.”

He was a little surprised that she'd told him so much. Often others didn't wish to speak of their time in captivity, even to a fellow survivor. The darkness of what they endured something they didn't wish to remember. So the fact that she could say so much at all was more testament to her strength than he had a feeling she even realized.

Feeling one of the girls shift against him he carefully adjusted to ensure she'd remain comfortable before taking another sip of his poisoned wine. Gaze returning to the ocean as he fell silent for a long time. Comfortable in the silence since it had been his constant companion for so long.

Only when the wind shifted, carrying a new scent to him upon the wind did he say softly. "A storm is coming."

Glancing down at the girls in his lap he then looked to the empress as he added. "You should bring them home before it hits."

[cyborg-franky]

What Kind Of Fanfiction Writer Are They Part One

I am sorry if this has been done before but I wanted some silliness to get me out my funk <3 I will add more.

Ace

Always writing that amateur porn.

Would be into reader x content.

Him with everyone he has a crush on.

His handwriting is rather lovely, and you are shocked when you read in cursive ‘Then he dicked them down good and hard’

Always, always asks people for spelling help.

Every five seconds Marco hears ‘MARCO HOW DO YOU SPELL..’ and it’ll be some gross fetish word that Marco has never heard of and Googles, is never the same again.

Depending on his mood it’ll either be short snappy or so much detail you had no idea someone could write 2k about someone giving head.

Honestly, it’s a talent.

Crudely typed but he is having a great time.

Argues and fights with his beta reader, like to the death.

“What do you mean you can’t fit that much in? what are you? A fucking doctor?”  he would snap “Actually, yes, I am, yoi.” And yet Ace scoffs and insists that’s how the human body works

Downs energy drinks until he’s too shaky to type.

Marco

He is the type of writer that sits down, looks at his paper and then does everything but write.

Plays with the feather on his pen, he’s already done lots of paperwork today is he in the mood?

Would be the type that uses too many commas and doesn’t know when to end a sentence. Ends up with written rambling.

The page is covered in doodles.

Would let his discord distract him, a lot¸ would be into gossip with friends more than working on anything.

Does 200 words and calls it a day.

Has a folder full of WIPs

Bet he still has solitaire on the computer and ends up spending three hours playing that completely on accident.

Likes to write with a cup of coffee.

Has published maybe one thing since he started his blog.

Translates anything he does manage to finish into bird.

Often forgets the point of his story halfway through and it’s jarring to his readers and people are just “Oh, that’s just Marco.”

Thatch

That bitch is a master author

Regular Danielle Steel.

Sits with a bottle of wine though he takes it a glass at a time, sits with his hair in a towel, wearing a fluffy robe and slippers.

Swirling around his wine in the glass while he monologues aloud.

“Oh Thatch! That’s great.” He says with a chuckle.

Has many cheesy romance novels out there in the Grandline.

Rayleigh himself has a stash.

Thatch will sit down and pound out 4k words in like two hours and it’ll all be cheesy crap but he loves it, publishes it and stocks it in everyone’s rooms.

Ace has used it as a firelighter before, Marco just stumbles on it by accident, Haruta launches it at people in a hit and run.

It’s always about a handsome cook who has long flowing hair and steals hearts.

He will sign every copy.

Giggles when he writes something dirty ‘girthy member’ has him chortling to himself over his glass of wine.

Izou

NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

Thatch begs him to let him read it first and help him.

Izou just ignores every comment and correction, and passive-aggressively gives each comment a thumbs up.

Or a >/ face.

Izou will write so much action, it’ll always be gunfights and dresses, gunfights and fashion for sure.

Izou will go into so much detail about what his characters are wearing, you will get bored of the 500 words on the outfit, stick with it because the epic fight scene will bring you back.

OVERUSES CAPITALS TO MAKE A POINT.

Thatch and Marco read over it, eyes wide as they turn to Izou who narrows his eyes “No, I don’t take criticism, thanks.”

Izou is bad at romance, he just writes it like ‘And they kissed, and they were in love and then they did this and that’ before going into more detail about gunfights.

Drinks a lot of green tea, surroundings himself in scented candles, has a face mask on while smashing the keys like they owe him money.

[silvers-d-me]

Dating/Living with Eustass Captain Kid

-Hope you like metal in your metal. And your hair, your bed, your pocket, sometimes in your soup. This man sheds bits and flakes of metal like big dogs shed hair.

-Your lipstick? Nah that's his. Doesn't matter that he pried open your locked makeup kit. He likes it, it's his. Finders keepers bitch welcome to being a pirate

-Will straight up throw a giant man-tantrum when you do the same to his belongings. Please do this often, this toddler bullshit needs to be handled and Killer is So Tired(tm)

-Speaking of Killer congrats on the 2 for 1 special! Here is your very own Massacre Soldier. Turns out he's pretty intelligent and chill. Kid is happy the two of you get along well. He's not happy when you two collaborate on reining in his terrible ideas.

-Kid is rough and reckless and passionate. Kiss With a Fist is his favorite love song. You both walk out of your shared room looking like you've survived a midnight attack. Torn clothes, bruises, scrapes, teeth marks, limping a little. Also with disgustingly satisfied matching smirks

-Some of that is to conceal that Kid can be very sweet, almost tender to his long-time partner. . Cuddles against his massive chest, dexterous fingers playing with your hair. Husky ramblings about everything and nothing as he holds you gathered in close. This boy adores you and the fact you can reach his heart behind all its barbed wire guard amazes him constantly.

-Hope you have the patience of a saint or a temper to rival Kid's own. On a good day he can be brusque and dismissive if his thoughts are occupied. On bad days his yelling turns from just loud noises to downright insulting. He throws things up to and including weapons at anyone and everyone.

-Boy was his ass surprised when you picked up the heavy chunk of debris he'd thrown at you and hurled it right back with 'FUCK YOU EUSTASS JACKASS KID!' So surprised he didn't block or catch it and now he's very proud of your contribution to the scar on his eyebrow.

-He's more careful not to throw things directly at you since you can and do throw back. His baby, he so proud uwu.

-Enjoy shopping trips/pillaging expeditions with Kid and the crew. It takes a lot of upkeep for their Look(TM). Find him dragging you to the Grandline equivalent of a Hot Topic (Hot Tropic?) every time you find one. Please help pick out hair dye, nail polish, makeup, which shirts to artfully tear, which arrangements of spikes are the most badass. Dress to match Kid and he may very well make you the world's most punk wedding ring to propose. It probably has a knife or shoots a tiny fireball or something sick ass.

-Kid enjoys watching you kicking ass in fights. He never overprotects or hovers. He trusts you to take care of business and if you need help, he trusts you to holler. If you do get in trouble or, sea gods forfend, hurt, nothing will be left of the bastard that Dared. There might be nothing left in a mile of the unlucky fucker.

-After battles you take turns bullying each other into cleaning up and tending injuries. Kid bitches the whole time but it's not very serious. More like a mad parrot mumbling to itself when it doesn't want to go to bed. Never tell this man that when he starts ranting, in your mind he turns into a cockatoo with a bright red crest squawking along.

[pirateborn-a]

[ TUG ]:          sender grabs the receiver’s hair and pulls at it. (the 'stache bc he's little but also a brat)

THINGS DONE WITH HAIR

✧.    “ Ow— ow, ow, ow, ow— ”    he winced at the boy's —  a baby  — actions. How could something so small have so much strength ?  Technically, it didn't really hurt. Nothing compared to, say, being stabbed. But his only slightly exaggerated actions seemed to be amusing the child, and so he kept them up.

     Seemed to. He was laughing, so that was a good thing, right ?  Roger could never tell for sure. Although no matter what the rest of the crew thought —  from the way they hoovered whenever he held the baby  ( the current role of watcher falling upon Rayleigh )  — he did have some knowledge on how to handle a baby. Even if, admittedly, his last experience was mostly just watching Rayleigh take care of a few after he'd nearly dropped the two he was carrying into a nearby canal. But still !

“ I think he likes me, ”   he chirped cheerfully, tilting his back towards his first mate with a bright grin as he adjusted his hold on Shanks —  it'd said his name was Shanks  — to hold him in his arms more steadily as he'd been shown; his own head dragged along with the movement as the grip on his mustache never flattered.

     He couldn't help his expression from softening just a touch as he looked down as much as he could, bringing a hand up to gently brush some stray strands of what little red hair the child had out of his face. Mother of seas, he was so small. It took the boy's entire hand to grab just one side of his mustache. How could anything possibly be so small ?  It made a part of him wish to tuck Shanks safely into his pocket where Roger could forever watch over him, as odd as the thought was.

“  ...I don't want him to let go, Rayleigh, ”   he muttered, a quiet confession as his smile dimmed with realization,   “ Our ship is no place to keep a child, I know, I know. And yet... I don't want him to let go. ” 

     He repeated it more surely, with sinking heart. He didn't want to let go, his arms curling ever-so-slightly more around Shanks without even noticing. They weren't fit to care for a child; the Sea, especially those of the Grandline, were unforgiving at best. That wasn’t even mentioning their countless enemies—

     Yet, he couldn't help but feel slight panic rise at the idea of letting the child go.

“ It was fate, wasn't it ?  We claimed the treasure. We claimed the treasure he was in for ourselves, Rayleigh, ”   the words falling out more hurriedly,   “ He's our treasure. He's my treasure. My crew. What kind of captain would I be if I abandoned one of my own ?  Or what if someone finds out where he's from ?  I don't give a damn, but we both know the Government's run by bastards. Sure, Garp knows, but—  Garp's Garp, ”   he thought he heard Rayleigh say something, but he couldn't quite tell. All he could focus on was how small the boy was. So small and fragile. They could watch over him, couldn’t they ?  Or would that make things worse ?  Did it matter ?

“ Worse yet, what if he's lonely out there ? ”    the mere idea brought a shiver down his spine and cold pit in his stomach, bringing the boy closer to his chest,    “ I can't do that to someone. Being lonely is a fate worse than death. No, it wouldn't happen, people would love him— i mean, look at him !  He's adorable, how could anyone say no to this pudgy face ?  But Rayleigh, what if he is— ”

     Another sharp tug at his face broke him out of his ramblings. To his horror, Shanks looked as though he were a breath away from crying. Immediately, Roger brought back the smile to his face, quietly hushing the child and clumsily rocking him in his arms the way he'd seen some others do on the streets before. He wasn't... really sure what purpose it served, but a sigh of relief fell past grinning lips as it seemed to work. Perhaps it was akin to how the waves rocked their beds each night. A child of the sea, just like any other one of them.

     Either way, he'd be sure to be more careful in front of Shanks from then on.

“ We'll decide his fate together come morning, ”   he declared resolutely, keeping his face down at the boy because he already knew what he'd see written on Rayleigh's expression if he looked.

“ Shanks, ”    he tried the name on his tongue, wondering if held any meaning he didn’t know of,   “ Did you know your name is Shanks, lad ? ”   did he ?  He didn't know if babies even knew their own names, just that they needed others. Shanks couldn't survive on his own. He needed protection, so why couldn't it be Roger the one to protect him ?  He had to have found Shanks for a reason if fate made it so their paths crossed. It was fate, and who were any of them to deny that ?

“ No matter what happens, ”   his voice a murmur, steady and resolute as he gingerly traced his thumb on the boy’s head, his smile warm like sunlight,   “ You're going to be alright, Captain Roger's going to make sure of it. That’s a promise, okay ? ”

[babeeduck]

Do you think he would make you call him 'sir' or 'master'? Maybe 'maestro'? I can imagine him taking on almost a teacher-esque role in your relationship. He's strict about rules and he loves setting up lessons for you- complete with homework.

He'd be very serious about your etiquette and language. He teaches you how to greet him, how to sit at the table, how to present yourself in front of others- he's intent on making a (mostly) proper woman out of you.

When you rest your elbows on the table while guests are over and you excitedly interject into the conversation his eyes snap to you and his brow twitches. A warning, a silent disapproving message for your eyes only. Your transgressions add up quickly. It embarrasses Mihawk how quickly you slip up when infront of guests. He had hoped to show off his well trained and polite girl. Not a messy, sloppy, rude brat.

Your casual use of a curse word is the last straw. Perhaps it's the wine he'd so graciously allowed you to drink that had loosened your lips and fogged up your thoughts. Or maybe the hours of his precious time he spent educating you weren't accompanied with a firm enough hand. Whatever the case, despite seeming as composed as always, he's disappointed.

At the utterance of that word he'll order you straight to your room with no dessert to think about your actions through out the evening and he'll sincerely apologise to his guests... Unless it's Shanks. Mihawk knows you are easily influenced by the red haired pirate-most people are. It's easy to lose your wits around the most powerful pirate on the grandline. No, he doesn't blame Shanks. He is fully aware that this is no one's fault but your own for allowing yourself to be so relaxed around him.

You'd be yanked up by your arm and thrown across the table, panties immediately by your ankles before you can even express surprise. With a hand pressed against your lower back, forcing your tummy against the wood he apologises to his friend. You're directly across from him, he can't see your nakedness directly but he knows what Mihawk is doing. Shanks' eyes bore into yours while he grins, waving his hand in dismissal. "You don't need to be so strict on my behalf, Mihawk. Besides, I was happy to see her let loose in my presence." His words are teasing, encouraging. Like he wants to see you come apart by Mihawk's cruel hands. Despite their apparent differences, one thing they can bond over is their shared aptitude for sadism.

You'll be forced to look Shanks in the eyes while Mihawk strikes your ass over and over while you apologise with tear stained cheeks for each offence. It lasts until you're sobbing- Mihawk pulling you by an elbow and taking you to the corner of the room to spend some time reflecting. You're put in time out, forced to hold your skirt above your waist so the two can see your sore, bruising ass.

You sniff and snivel but don't speak and the two act like you aren't there. There's no one else to blame but yourself and now you're left wondering what else is yet to come.

Sorry for rambling again 😭 please tell us more about your own thoughts as well 🎤

Sitting here all flustered over the idea of lifestyle D/s with Mihawk. When will my fairytale come true.

[sandpumpkin]

Hello Pumpkin! I hope you are doing well! If any spots are still opened I would like to request for the Spring Faction event the prompt Flower Crowns with Shanks! If not no worries! I hope you have a lovely day!

Hallo! I do enjoy writing this goofball. I hope this is okay :) have a great day!!

Spring Factions

Shanks: Flower Crowns

Having time off the ship was pleasant, you got to properly experience the seasons and when Shanks found an island he liked, he would stay a while. You couldn’t remember the last time you got to enjoy Spring. The flowers blooming, the crisp mornings and lighting nights. You had walked out of the little town and up towards the cliff you had seen from the ship. Heading through an arch of trees, you admired the blossoming flowers and the remnants of the winter flowers stubbornly trying to keep going. Someone calling your name brought you out of your thoughts. Raising to your full height, you turned around to see your foolish and lovable captain striding towards you. Greeting you with one of his bright grins. 

“This is where you got off too.” he hummed, “where are you going?” he questioned.

“Just up to the cliff, it looked nice from the ship.” you replied, Shanks tilted his head expectantly looking at you with big puppy eyes “would you like to come with me?” you asked in turned, earning another smile and Shank threw his arm over your shoulder. The smell of his cheap cologne filling your nose.

“I’d love to.” He hummed as the pair of you headed up the forest path until you reached the cliff. It overlooked the ocean, a little wooden fence stopped you getting too close and covering the cliff was a huge blanket of flowers. 

“How wonderful.” you gasped, leaving Shank’s side to walk through the flower field finding a good spot to kneel that wasn’t right on a bunch of flowers. Shanks followed and plopped down beside you, leaning and resting his head on your shoulders. 

“I remember being a right squirt and making them flower crown things..” he rambled reaching to pluck a nearby daisy. “Couldn’t make one anymore even if I remembered how.” he added twiddling the flower between his fingers.

“Well I could help.” you suggested, gather a few flowers you sat behind Shanks reaching around, resting your hand over his good one and the other grabbing a flower. “Helping hands.” you stated with a silly smile on your face. Shank’s laughed loudly, turning his head back slightly 

“Well then..guide me.” your plan seemed better in your head. It was surprisingly difficult to coordinate your hands from behind Shanks and to guide his properly too. “I don’t think this is working.” he said after another failed attempt of threading a flower through another. Shanks could not contain his laughter and his body shook with his boyish laughter as you cursed again from behind him. In the end you shuffled back in front of him and deftly made a flower crown.

“This is better.” you sighed in defeat, rising onto your knees you placed the crown carefully onto his crimson locks. “Beautiful” Shanks blinked and grinned goofily before flopping onto your lap looking up at you sleepily. 

“Ah. This is a nice change.” he said with a yawn “We have time before Benn comes looking for us.” 

“Then why don’t you rest a while?” you suggested, brushing a strand of hair from his. He shuffled to get comfortable and reached up to touch your cheek. 

“A kiss first?” he asked with a playful smile. How could you refuse, leaning down you kissed his lips softly. Shanks grinned before another yawn escaped his lips and he dozed off quickly. Most feared man on the Grandline was peacefully asleep on your lap with a garland of flowers around his head. 

“God I love him.” you said to yourself. 

“I love you too.” Shanks replied, you noticed him looking up at you with one eye open. 

“You were still awake?! You scoundrel!” you scolded tugging on his cheek. “What am I going to do with you?” you said, shaking your head. 

“Give me more kisses?” he asked, looking up at you with big puppy eyes “maybe play with my hair?” 

“We’ll see.” you said, cocking your eyebrow skeptically. Shanks chuckled and closed his eyes. You watched his chest rise and fall slowly in sleep. You ended up fulfilling one of his wishes, you braided flowers into his hair as he slept peacefully. By the time Benn came to find you, Shanks’ hair was almost a bouquet in itself. Benn opened his mouth and then shrugged ‘I’m not going to ask’ and nudged Shanks in the ribs until he woke up. 

“Okay, buttercup get up.” 

“5 more minutes.” Shanks yawned rolling over, putting his back to Benn. That was not an option to Benn who grabbed Shanks by the collar and his belt picking him up like a sack of potatoes.

“We have stuff to do.” 

You laughed and quickly gave chase with a spring in your step. No matter where you went, Shanks brought a warm sun with him.