#my shanks tag now works for both of them!!

[thesharktanksdriver]

Specs of Stardust (platonic)

I really can’t wait to get to determination! Y/n and the straw hats so instead I thought I’d post little interactions/headcanons of some of the stuff they’d do

I swear I’m working on the Roger pov it’s just this popped into my head and sometimes switching between things in writing helps with my burnout

Masterlist for the series here

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Luffy

The best way to describe these two in a room is that Luffy does something stupid and y/n just goes with the flow following him

The rabid golden retriever and the chill black cat

The dumbass duo, rabid dumbass and chill dumbass

Once did the impossible and shared food with y/n because they gave him a dessert Sanji made (the rest of the crew thought they were mass hallucinating)

Y/n gives him cool rocks that they find, they’ve both now made it a goal to collect a rock from every place they go

Gives y/n piggyback rides 24/7

And no one else can give y/n piggyback rides cause that’s captains privilege apparently

Occasionally when going into battle he gives y/n his straw hat to keep safe

Has semi-adopted one of y/n’s crows named Aurelius which he aptly calls Steve. Aurelius does not like him nor being called Steve

Aurelius keeps pecking at him but Luffy thinks it’s showing affection

Both throw caution to the wind about their own personal safety but if the other is hurt they will pummel someone

When he accidentally ends up in the ocean y/n jumps in after to save him forgetting they’ll sink too

Y/n acts a distraction for Sanji so Luffy can raid the fridge at 3 am

When y/n sleeps in the male quarter (they do regular switches between the female and male sleeping quarters) he has y/n tell him stories to make him go to bed easier

Likes to make y/n laugh

Likes to pinch Luffy cause they think it’s funny how he’s rubber

When Luffy says something really stupid sometimes y/n likes to write it down in a journal exclusively called “Luffy quotes”

So far some of y/n favourites are “the colour orange is named after oranges”, “if I get reincarnated I wanna be a clam”, “I am rubber and you are fat, don't you dare touch my hat” and “if you hungry, eat”

Sometimes the two of them make weird animal calls to scare Ussop

Speaking of the two, unfortunately for the rest of the crew they now have to deal with Luffy’s pranks now getting worse because y/n actually helps him plan them now

Ussop still has nightmares of when he woke up covered in bird seed and was almost taken away by the flock

As does Sanji when he realizes he’s been betrayed by y/n who’s let Luffy raid the fridge once more

Sometimes y/n likes to ask him about his childhood, they find it so oddly funny that he’s the son of Dragon, grankid of Garp, became brother of Ace and was semi-adopted by shanks

They also like to hear about it cause they always worried Ace wouldn’t find good people

Luffy whines it’s unfair y/n doesn’t fully die in water like he would before being smacked on the head by either Nami or Sanji

When having to give history exposition y/n is the only one who can dumb it down so Luffy can understand and pay attention for over 2 seconds

Sometimes will proceed to forget y/n asleep on his back and jump into battle

Even when finding out y/n is immortal has still not figured out their connection with Ace or Roger

Both like to sit on the figure head of the ship and occasionally nap there

By doing this not have fell off several times only for Zoro to save them

Luffy just kinda somehow know how y/n is feeling and y/n similarly knows how Luffy is feeling

Instead of buying Luffy stuff y/n just shares whatever they get with him since they have relatively the same taste in nick knacks

Similarly Luffy kinda just shares his stuff with them in return

The Luffy and y/n stuff pile is ever growing

Luckily Nami has not yet found out about it

Ussop on the other hand has and is joining in on the stuff pile

As does chopper

No one can really distinguish who’s stuff was who’s anymore but they don’t care

They now have an entire storyline happening with different characters

Y/n has a new journal for this exclusively for lore

Both are always hungry, while Luffy is open about it y/n isn’t

Somehow though Luffy caught onto this and now demands for for the both of them

“Shishishishi tell me another one!” Your captain says excitedly rocking back and forth as you both sit on the merrys figurehead, smiling you nod thinking of what to tell him “have I told you about the time I met a samurai?”

You jolt awake with a small groan as you lift your head off of resting in the crook of Luffy’s neck, the sounds of battle now invading your ears. “Luffy did you have to get the marines attention when I was sleeping on your back?” At hearing this the boy pauses, his extended out rubber arm hitting a marine in the face sending the guy flying back “shishi sorry”. At that you can’t help but sigh, he most definitely wasn’t.

Sitting at the table you watch as Luffy lists off the entire menu to the poor waiter, the retail worker shaking in their boots as he seemingly finishes and their gaze turns to you. “Oh, I’m fine-“ before you can finish Luffy cuts you off with a blinding grin “they’ll have the same as me!” And then you see the waiter’s hope drain even more impossibly so from their eyes.

Zoro

Mihawks reluctant kids that ended up on his island and he accidentally adopted duo

Before knowing their immortal he thought that they were mihawks secret love child or something after baratie

Bribes y/n with sword lessons if they side with him against Sanji

Sometimes the two of them switch bandana’s

When he naps sometimes y/n joins him, when this happens he makes sure to take a protective hold of them just in case of turbulent waves

Other times when he naps he’ll wake up with an umbrella set up for him

Doesn’t know it’s y/n and Chopper who put flowers in his hair when he’s knocked out and assumes it’s Sanji which leads to a yelling match

Speaking of chopper, both he and y/n like to hang off of Zoro’s arms like monkey bars and zoro uses them as weights when he’s doing push ups

When he ends up lost y/n somehow has the miraculous uncanny ability to find him

But sometimes when he gets lost y/n ends up joining him for fun

Has kept y/n from unknowingly being mauled by wild animals because for some reason they either love or hate y/n

Likes to ask them about any swordsmen they’ve met on their journeys

The one who typically has to save Luffy and y/n when they end up in water

Y/n likes to joke that he and Sanji are an old divorced couple to others on the crew much to his chagrin

Zoro’s actually pretty observant of y/n due to their instinct to shrug off injuries

Y/n calls out this hypocrisy but it doesn’t change anything

He actually really ends up liking y/n’s flock when the murder of crows occasionally stop by

The one he really connects with though is one named Acantha

She likes to perch on his scabbards and seems to almost guard them when he’s not around

Y/n once fell down the stairs and he almost had a heart attack

After this he instinctively watches to make sure they don’t fall again

When y/n has nightmares and cries in their sleep he almost always ends up waking up

It keeps him up at night

The mornings after he subtly tries to keep an eye on them to see if their ok

Y/n about to fight a one off villain and being confused they ran off without them doing anything, Zoro behind them glaring with his swords out at said villain

Whenever y/n is on look out duty he typically volunteers to do it with them or take over for them

Sometimes game stares off into space he gets their attention by flicking their forehead

Has and continues to use y/n as an arm rest since chopper is too short in comparison

Has fell asleep while doing this but is always woken up by Sanji yelling at him

Will either carry y/n slung over his shoulder or tucked between his arm and side

Y/n constantly wonders how he talks with a sword in his mouth

Or how he came up with that idea in the first place

Sometimes when they end up islands y/n buys him sword themed things, like sword polish or even a small rack to display them

In return Zoro buys y/n journaling gear since he sees them sometimes writing in a small diary and also gets them things that he notices catches their eye

….100% bought y/n the journal of Uta that needs a password and when opened loudly plays a low quality version of Genesis

He regrets this decision when he’s woken up to it at 3 am

“Y/n where are we? Luffy said he’d meet us around this time in the centre of this town” the green haired swordsman says looking around at the people who were also in the same abandoned building as the two of you. They all looked weird, one was a big muscle dude, another looked like a ninja with pink hair, a samurai, a blond dude in a tracksuit and some weirdo with a forehead tattoo. “Zoro how do we always end in situations like this?” You ask.

“I’ll teach you more sword tricks if you agree with me next time Swirly brows gets in a fight with me” he says suddenly waking up from his nap as you rested tucked between his arm, for a moment there’s silence and then you nod making him give an almost vicious grin towards the kitchen of the merry.

“So wait, you thought I was mihawks kid?” You question with an eyebrows quirked up, zoro with a bit of embarrassment nods. “Well, I assumed so since he gave you that little blade of yours” he says pointing a finger to Mihawks gift currently in its scabbard “but he just gave me a sword? How does that make you think I’m his kid?”. He gives you an impressed stare, “Mihawk does not just gift anyone anything let alone a sword plus whatever else he gave you. Doesn’t help that he acted like your damn dad afterwards” and after hearing that you let out a small “oh”.

Sanji

The seafood duo, aka the 5 michelin star chef and the kid who once boiled and ate their own boots (it was not tasty but they did it)

Since Sanji was the first strawhat encountered who knew y/n previously (the others being Chopper, Brook and Jimbe) he Was the first one to know about y/n’s immortality due to his prior experience with them

So it’s safe to say that he takes that secret to heart especially when y/n says they aren’t quiet ready to reveal themself just yet

It still felt too soon and they wanted to be treated normal for a bit longer (their words not his)

So he respects that decision even if he knows Luffy and the others wouldn’t make it a big deal

If anything Luffy would probably think it’s cool and move on

But even if that’s his opinion he swears to keep that secret until their comfortable

And he does so with the upmost respect he can and even covers for y/n sometimes

Due to knowing y/n he’s also the one who worries for them the most, especially when realizing the stories they once told on that island have become more fractured in time

Even their memory of that place is much more hazy

Like a film put over a picture, changing its focus and making it blurry

So he does his best to remind y/n, adding in the details he remembers them now forgetting as they write down the stories

Bribes y/n like Zoro to help win arguments via making them any sweet or desert of their fancy

When y/n is aimlessly pacing around deck he has them help out in the kitchen quite a bit!

Typically he has them help with preparing small things but lets them help with bigger tasks once learning they have some prior kitchen experience

At a port he got y/n an apron that matched his and he had Nami embodier it with their name

Is going insane trying to figure out y/n’s preferences because they say their literally fine with anything

Has made them go through entire taste tests and still cannot figure anything out

He’s chainsmokes more than usual after yet another failed test when y/n says they don’t mind salted black liquorice

Cries and chain smokes when y/n tells him they once boiled and ate their own boots

Almost cried when they pick up on some of his French words

Calls y/n stuff like “petite étoile” and “petite lueur”

After Alabasta y/n joking calls him “Mr. Prince” from time to time

Whenever he makes stuff for Nami and Robin he also makes some for y/n

When Luffy complains about this he always says “women and children come first”

Y/n sometimes clings to his legs, he always chuckles and lets them do so unless it’s dangerous

The only one allowed to raid the kitchen for snacks other than Chopper is y/n

Both of them abuse this privilege but he can’t resist their combined puppy eyes

Once finding out through Luffy that y/n is more hungry than they say they are he now makes them bigger portions

He swears they have a similar stomach to Luffy but he can’t be mad at them

Not when they seem to starve themself rather than tell others their hungry

Due to this he now carries small snacks just in case

Wants to meet whoever “Thatch” is so they can trade recipes and have a cook off

Also to find out through him how he feeds over 1000 people cause he has 2000 stomachs due to the combined forces of Luffy and y/n

Was at first iffy about the crows until a bunch of the birds started eating the leftover scraps he couldn’t incorporate into dishes or was going bad

So he grows to like the feathered flock since they help in not wasting anything

His favourite is one named Blanche who’s an albino crow the murder adopted as their own after finding her abandoned

She reminds him of a dove and of how he too was abandoned by a previous family but found a new one

She also delivers letters back fourth from Zeff for him

He adds a little blue ribbon tied to her leg

When staying in the boys quarters y/n often times has Sanji help them in taking care of themself properly

Mostly cause y/n would just pass out on the floor or stay up till 6 pm if not

Brushes y/n’s hair if Nami or Robin doesn’t do it

Also loves to style it via y/n’s suggestion

let’s y/n borrow his clothes when seeing that Nami had to drag them to a clothing store to actually buy them something other than the clothes they wear everyday

Sanji will never admit it but sometimes he has nightmares of when they had died and on those nights silently checks to make sure their still there

Y/n will never admit to him how many times they’ve starved to death alone on their raft

Mostly for his own peace of mind and their own

Y/n likes to buy Sanji food themed stuff like magnets, dishes and keychains

Sanji meanwhile buys them candies and other odd things he’d think y/n would like, for example Hawaiian shirts and plushies

“Petite étoile! I made you something!” Sanji yelled across the deck, looking towards him you see a Soda float on a small platter. Luffy eyes it hungrily though Sanji notices and he swiftly knocks the young captain with his leg. You giggle out a “thanks Sanj” which makes the swirly browed preen in a mixture of pride and genuine happiness.

“And that’s when…..” pausing in your story you try to think back, the details of which now seemed to escape you. Sanji clears his throat, giving you a sad smile as he then adds in for you “that’s when the musician taught you piano” at that your memory jogs slightly and you smile “and ukulele”

Sitting at the table you eye the small labeled plates with different tastes and textures, all tasted good and even if it didn’t you’d still eat it. But despite that Sanji sits across from you with a defeated look on his face, cigarette sitting numbly in his mouth. “Sanji it’s on really, I’m fine with anything” at saying this his temper seems to flare ever so slightly, something that reminds you of Zeff “you have to have some preference!”. “Well I mean…I ate my boots before. Nothing can be worse than that” once more that seemed to be the wrong thing to say as the cigarette falls from his mouth as he mutters “you what?!?”

Nami

The orange blossom pair

Is one of the first to pick up on the fact y/n might be immortal due to Arlong one day talking about a human child on the sun pirates boat before one that had betrayed them

At the time Nami wrote it off though, more horrified at the fact y/n was a pirate

It brought up a lot of memories of her childhood she does not like to reminisce on

But before joining the crew and after she tends to stick nearby y/n as a big sister presence

Not hovering over their shoulder but just far enough away to watch and make sure their ok

Especially when she wasn’t initially sure if Luffy and Zoro

To be honest Nami always wanted to be a big sister, especially since she in a way wants to make up for everything Nojiko went through due to her

So she takes to caring for y/n the best she can

Especially when seeing that y/n does not to care of themself at all

She’s plain horrified at how they walk off a broken leg, haven’t had a bath in months that wasn’t in salt water, doesn’t care for their hair and leaves stuff stuck in it, along with essentially starving themself sometimes

Nami quickly makes it a goal to change that with the efforts of Sanji

She gives y/n “discounts” when she charges the crew for stuff

The discount is actually free because she’d feel too guilty in charging a child

Along with the fact that y/n spends the pocket money she gives them on gifts for everyone but themself

Speaking of which she charges said person who got a gift with an import fee because that money the gift was purchased with was technically Nami’s

The only one who does not object to this fee is Sanji

Another fee she makes is a y/n hug fee, since as y/n’s appointed big sister she thinks y/n should be compensated for being hugged by a bunch of stinky boys

Teaches y/n about Tangerines and oranges, specifically how to grow them!

Likes to peel oranges for y/n and share them together as a snack as they ramble on about a place they’ve been

In the small garden for her fruits she lets y/n plant some hibiscus plants that y/n cryptically says reminds them of a friend they miss

Is confused as fuck how y/n seems to know almost all the islands they end up on

After finding out y/n is immortal she often asks about past navigators they’ve met and some of the most interesting places they’ve been to

Has to drag y/n to take them shopping because they insist their fine with one pair of clothes

She argues otherwise and can’t help but bristle once finding out their immortal that for years they’ve worn the same thing

It reminds her too much of her childhood, of Bellemere scraping together what she could even when the villagers gave her discounts for clothes

Buys them an entire wardrobe and complains when they borrow the other crews clothes

In reality she doesn’t mind and finds it cute

Has to fashion police y/n because they have no sense of shame and will wear the most god awful combinations of clothes

When y/n sleeps in the girls quarters Nami has their bed set up to be in the middle between her and Robin

That way if a night attack happens y/n is the most safe

And that way Nami can wake them up when their having a nightmare

Carries y/n like throwing a moneybag over her shoulder, it’s partially due to reflex and cause when she has to do this it’s typically in a shit situation

Y/n sometimes sees a small pink spark over Nami’s shoulder when she gets really excited

They haven’t told her yet though

Y/n likes to show Nami the stuff they’ve collected over the years

Especially their jewelry gifted to them

Nami from the moment of meeting the flock saw money signs (lol)

The crows have now been ordered to steal stuff and they bring it to her to examine and evaluate

They also heckle the poor news birds into giving discounts or plain for free

Besides their monetary gain she genuinely likes their presence quite a bit

They not only valiantly guard her tangerines from other less behaved animals but also help her in charting islands

Her favourite is one named Axel, he’s on the older side with a scar across his eye

He not only has an eye for valuable things but also acts as a guard for both the young fledglings and Nami

Y/n likes buying Nami jewelry and navigation gear along with sharing their writing supplies with her

Nami meanwhile buys y/n clothes and some jewelry for them

Sitting beneath the tangerine tree you watch as the hibiscus you planted for Rouge sway lightly In the breeze, your gaze lingers there before Nami lightly touches your shoulder making you jolt. “Here” she offers you a peeled tangerine with a smile, you take it popping the sweat fruit into your mouth. “How much will I owe you?” You ask enjoying the sweet taste, at that she laughs “I need a tester to make sure my product is good. Just consider it free since you’re doing me a favour”. Smiling you nod, not commenting how Sanji would be the better pick for this “job”.

“I still don’t get how you’d gone so long with no other pairs of clothes” Nami mutters whilst holding up two pairs of shirts your size “which do you like? Or do you want both?”. Looking at the clothes you point to the one held up by her left hand, the Hawaiian shirt with a funky pattern. “I knew you’d pick this one” her eyes are layered in fondness even if she gives a small sigh “I’m a creature of habit….besides Mihawk gave me those pyjamas so technically I now have more than one pair”

Waking up to from nightmare your typically used to the sight of the night sky but you awake with Nami’s worried face. Shakily you sit up, “h-hey I’m ok” it’s more said for her sake rather than your own. Despite your words Nami pulls you close, silently letting you clutch onto her like a lifeline as the scent of oranges and tangerines linger as does that small spark of pink just above her shoulder.

Ussop

The story teller duo! Aka the liar and the immortal

Honestly Ussop and y/n are a little dynamic duo of scaredy cat and unfazed who’s dragging the other into a haunted house

Except the haunted house in this case is literally every dangerous situation known to man

Poor Ussop has got it cut out for him more than usual when y/n is around

Something he notices fairly quickly

But he’s too committed in looking cool in front of them and cause he sure as hell isn’t leaving them alone for more than 15 minutes cause they’ll for sure somehow traumatize someone

Another thing he picked up on lol

There’s a Recurring joke with him and y/n when y/n remembers something important at the last minute and he yells that they have the memory of a goldfish

Though y/n’s title is the straw hats storyteller, they really like listening to Ussop’s stories

Though they knows his is fake they enjoy it better that way

Because that means there’s always a happy ending

Something that not all of their stories have

Similarly, though he sometimes gets afraid when they tell their stories, Ussop really likes listening to theirs as well

Mostly for the fact that though some of them are sad their genuinely heart touching most of the time

Y/n tells their tales in a way that captivates just about everyone around them

Something Ussop really admires

Both know and acknowledge each others skills

And sometimes the two of them will collaborate together in figuring out how to make their adventures more engaging when written down

Y/n and Ussop sometimes do commentary when watching Sanji and Zoro fight

Ussop during these commentary of the fighting matches writes down his favourite insults that he and y/n then giggle about later on

Their favourite so far is when Sanji called Zoro Durian in both appearance and smell

Ussop is the one to help y/n in their “disguises”

Aka supplying the fake moustaches

In similar fashion y/n helped make him the SogeKing mask before Water 7

Ussop has y/n test out his inventions and has them teach him new hobbies

To keep from the ever looming fear away Ussop tries to keep himself busy

Something y/n is a pro at and helps him pick up some of the hobbies they’ve learned over the years

On Sundays y/n teaches him and Robin how to do Pottery

Which helps out Sanji because of the amount of broken plates due to Luffy is uncountable

Calls y/n the first mate of the Ussop pirates

He will never admit it but when he misses Ninjin, Tamanegi and Piiman he ends up lingering near y/n cause they sometimes remind him of his old “crew”

Speaking of which y/n is the only one who he talks to about how much he sometimes misses syrup village

Specifically Kaya

Along with this he also confides to them about how he wonders if his dad would be proud of him or disappointed

It doesn’t happen often but occasionally it does really weight on him

But he trusts y/n’s judgment because they’ve met Yassop, and in the fact that they understand what it’s like to miss people

When this happens y/n also confides in Ussop about the people they miss too

Even people they don’t remember

It’s actually pretty sweet especially since on those nights the two of them just talk about how they genuinely feel

Something that is kinda rare for the two

To enhance each other’s stories the two now have started doing puppet shows!

Something they have Nami and Chopper help with in making the puppets

Ussop even made a mini stage out of popsicle sticks

Y/n uses Roger’s coat as the curtain

Ussop Is terrified of the crows especially after that time y/n and Luffy covered him in birdseed and was almost flown away by the murder

Along with superstitions he’s heard about them being bad luck

But the crows love him

Like they really love him, almost as much as chopper

It’s god damn comical watching him run away in terror meanwhile these little feathered fiends are chasing after him with puppy eyes asking for love

The only crows he likes are the baby ones

The little fledglings who (unfortunately for him) find perching on his nose to be the most optimal of places

But their cute as hell so he lets it slide

For now

This then perpetuates the cycle of them growing older and him being terrified of them but them loving him

Y/n finds it funny as hell

But he eventually comes around to them when y/n has them exchange letters between him and Kaya

As well as sending gifts and flowers back to syrup without the items getting lost or rotting

sometimes y/n and Ussop swap headscarves

Y/n likes to buy Ussop random stuff for him to use in inventions

Ussop likes to buy y/n crafts that they can do together (as well as with Chopper)

“And that’s how I, captain Ussop! Defeated the unstoppable man after 3 days of fighting with my 3000 men!” At hearing that you nod enthusiastically as Chopper chimes in about how cool that was. You smile, thinking back to those 3 whole days Roger and fought Whitebeard before recruiting Oden temporarily to the crew. “What did you do afterwards?” You ask making the long nosed sniper perk up, he thinks for a moment before he continues his “tale”.

“Uhhhh Ussop” you say watching as the sniper who currently tinkered away at some new contraption break from his concentration. “Oh hey! Whats up?” It comes out casually as he turns to look at you as you give him an almost apologetic look which makes his brows furrow. Wordlessly you point to the nearby open port window. One of your crows sits there, tilting its head at him “oh no-“ before he can get another word out it lets out a squawk and other feathered little devils start flying in through the window.

“Your dad is more proud of you than I think you know” you say this with utter confidence and it makes Ussop stumble for a moment. “Really?” He asks this in a quiet tone, almost unsure before you nod and smile “it’s all he talked about when I was on the red force. So you best believe it”

Chopper

Cherry blossom duo!

Was the second member of the crew to know about y/n’s immortality due to recognizing the picture of them with Hiriluk

Something that the little reindeer kept tucked away in a small slit in his hat Kureha added to it

So it’s safe to say that he’s ecstatic, confused and freaking out

Though luckily Sanji and y/n were able to talk with him

And to be honest Chopper gets why their scared to tell the others

He’d be scared in their situation! So he keeps the secret as best he can!

Though there were definitely a few occasions he nearly slipped up lol

As the two youngest members on board both Chopper and y/n band together quite a bit

Partially because of the fact that in mental age their close and because their both just natural sweethearts

Chopper finds it funny that despite being the oldest y/n is also one of the youngest

Both are the cutest mf’s out there that Nami 100% uses to guilt others into getting discounts

Y/n and him unfortunately for her also use the puppy eyes on her to get her to peel their tangerines

Chopper thinks of y/n as a big sibling and very much heavily admires them

Y/n similarly thinks of Chopper as a little brother and admires his medical knowledge despite his age

Both have made each other bff bracelets with little sakura charms

Sometimes when chopper gets sad about Hiriluk y/n tells chopper about their experiences with him

And that he would be proud of chopper

That Kureha is proud

And that their proud of the person Hiriluk took as his own because y/n knows chopper will become the best doctor ever

Every time this happens Chopper sobs

Similarly in the moments when y/n is lost (mostly since they don’t like being overly emotional about their feelings or trauma) Chopper likes to become kinda a therapy animal and let y/n pet his fur to calm them down

Along with that chopper also tries to have them open up about how their feeling

Y/n thinks choppers blue nose looks like a blueberry so they sometimes call him that

Chopper gets super “angry” about it (not really, the only times he’s angry at y/n is when they shrug off an injury)

Speaking of which, he gets really worried for y/n and their careless tendencies

He knows their immortal but he wishes they’d care for themself to at least show him their injuries even if their small

It reminds him of Hiriluk since he had also written off his disease and pain as nothing

The parallels between the two of them really make Chopper worried about losing someone again

Like he knows y/n would come back but having to watch someone you love die is still really traumatic

And the amount of times he’s almost had a heart attack from y/n narrowly dodging death isn’t healthy

Now is it healthy for the others either lol

When in his more deer-like form he lets y/n sit on his back! He bashfully preens in pride when they call him their loyal steed

Let’s y/n decorate his horns with little do-dads and charms

His favourite is the little sakura themed ones they bought at a spring island for him

They have done the two kids on a trench coat routine before and it’s somehow worked

The funny thing is that y/n was the legs and chopper was the upper half

Both make inside jokes about the rest of the crew

Both also occasionally goad Sanji and Zoro into fights

They watch with Luffy while eating popcorn

Talks with the flock all the time! He gossips with them and they all adore him so much

He doesn’t have a favourite and loves all of them

Especially since they all try and bring him herbs or steal him medical supplies from islands the crew dock on

The crows love to dote on him, even calling him one of their flock just like the others on the crew

It makes him happy since he gets a bit of animal companionship that he never got and the fact that the flock accepts anyone no matter their looks

He’s scared to tell the birds about how his birth family kicked him out since he knows they’ll try to get revenge

Y/n likes that through chopper that they can now understand their crows

Something in which makes the crows absolutely ecstatic about and Chopper has to regal their constant pleas for attention and to let y/n know that their adored

He tends to their little injuries and puts little bandaids on their wounds

They like to perch on his antlers and he gets supper bashful when they call him their favourite crew member beside y/n

Chopper finds it funny they call y/n their god?

It’s weird but he just assumes that cause the crows explained to him how several generations back y/n had nursed to health their injured ancestors

While y/n stays in the men’s quarter Chopper and y/n set up a little sleepover tent

Both typically fall asleep in the tent and Sanji or Zoro have to put them in their proper beds rather than sleeping on the floor

While sleepy y/n sometimes thinks chopper is a stuffed animal

Both cling to one another when tired (it’s adorable)

Y/n likes to buy Chopper Sakura themed things or medicinal herbs and books that they’d think he’d like

Chopper on the other hands buys y/n things they can do together or with the crew like puzzles or little crafts

“Ahhh!!! What happened to your arm?!?!” The young reindeer doctor practically screams as his widened eyes look at your bloody and bruised arm that’s also bent the wrong way. The rest of the crew whom you’d been trying to hide it from look to you, whoops. “Uhhhh….it was an accident?” You say this and before you can blink your being dragged to choppers medical bay, darn, you’d sneak past them next time

Sitting down on the flooring of the merry you thread your fingers through choppers soft fur. Your breathing still heavy and shaky as your mind comes down from focusing on bad memories. It takes a few minutes sitting there focusing on the sensation of his fur but eventually you find yourself of sound mind again. Tears staining your cheeks as you mumble a thanks to the doctor who nods. “A doctor has to look out for his patients in health and mind” is what he says making you smile ever so slightly.

“Hey chopper what did Rosemary tell you?” You asked looking quizzically at the Crow perched on his antlers, he looks up to bird listening as she squawks again. “She said that big crow, big lizards and Yama missed you? Who’s that?” He translates then giving you a curious look, you think for a moment then coming up with an answer “oh…she means king and the others”. He nods at the answer before then asking “who’s king? Wait! Do you know royalty?!?”

Robin

History duo, ones is a literal archeologist and the other is the ancient ass artifact

After chopper she’s the third person to know of y/n’s immortality due to watching them die with crocodile

While working with crocodile she didn’t talk to y/n directly too much but did try and look out for them in the shadows

She’s also been praying that y/n wouldn’t end up in Alabasta nor that crocodile would find them again lol

But that didn’t exactly go as planned

Once joining the crew y/n is one of the few to trust Robin partially due to their prior knowledge of her and experience with her

Both feel extreme sympathy for one another, especially once realizing they were both children hunted down by the government

Robin like with Chopper uses her abilities to tickle y/n

Robin cannot count the amount of times her ability has saved y/n without them knowing

Before Brook joined y/n would ask Robin to use her power to make arms and lift y/n up to see stuff lol

Sometimes with the sprouted arms y/n likes to play rock paper scissors with them which makes Robin laugh

Y/n eventually has Robin help in writing in their journal to remember things since they trust her perspective more than their own

Because these two both know Poneglyph’s the two gossip via notes to one another in the language

Robin when reading history books and finds something about y/n shows it to them

It’s now an inside joke between the two of them

They also make it an activity to skim through accounts of things and try to find y/n

What sad though is that in some accounts where it’s clearly y/n mentioned y/n can’t actually remember it

And for awhile y/n just gets kinda quiet and excuses themself

She does not mentioned their reddened eyes when she sees them again

But just offers them a hug

In a certain way, Robin kinda projects what she wish she had as a kid into y/n as a form of self healing

Especially after Enies lobby

She wants to be there for them

Care for them in a way she wished others had cared for her

And it’s with this that Robin becomes a mother figure to y/n

She’d tender and caring to y/n in a way that just kinda makes them instinctively cling to her presence

Her warm hugs and floral scent remind y/n distantly of their mom (or they think it does)

They know Robin isn’t her (no one can be) but Robin’s care and general warmth towards them just makes y/n really happy

Hugs galore

As well as Robin helping Nami take care of y/n since they have no self care at all

Y/n constantly steals Robin’s cowboy hat (when she had it )

Like in pre-timeskip one piece Robin calls y/n by their title of “storyteller” but also refers to them by nicknames as well

Robin loves the crows so much, she has each of them memorized by name

As well as their preferences

Her favourite though is one named Hesta, she’s a quiet one of the flock and likes watch Robin read

May or may not use her devil fruit to pet all the crows

Ussop may have freaked out when seeing the entire murder on the ship with Robin’s hands sprouted from the deck everywhere

When she has mini dates with Franky y/n dressed up as a server with a fake moustache

They also have a fake French accent because they took inspiration from Sanji

Both her and Franky have to hold back laughing cause y/n gets really into it

Y/n likes buying Robin history stuff and letting her borrow their journals to read

Robin meanwhile likes to buy y/n things she sees interested them while on an adventure

(She may or may not have stolen a few things whoops)

“Hey Robin can you help me-“ before you can finish what you’re saying the historian finds herself at your side, already helping in tying your shoelaces. She smiles, “for all the skills you’d picked up over the years I’m surprised you hadn’t learned to tie them yet” it comes out as a giggle with makes you smile bashfully “I know how tie sailor knots and stuff but I don’t think they work for boots”

“Y/n, do you want to help me write some the poneglyph’s? I want to look them over later and put what we have in order” Robin asks making you pause from tracing the forgotten language with your hands. You nod, then pulling out your journal and opening up a new page. “Sounds good to me. Should I include me and Roger’s messages?” At hearing that she nods, a curious smile on her face. “Of course.”

“What happened to you was never right, you deserved better than what the world gave you” hearing this makes her go still as the still sleeping Nami tosses and turns in her sleep. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you either. Neither of us did” when she says this you see tears glisten in moonlight as does she with your starry eyes.

Franky

Suuuuuperrrrrr Star duo!

Like a few others of the straw hats he actually met y/n in his childhood

Specifically because of the Roger pirates when they had stopped in water 7 with Oden

So it’s safe to say after everything in water 7 and Enies lobby he definitely knows y/n is immortal

Though after Franky beat up Ussop y/n kinda takes a little while to warm up to him again at

But Y/n comes around quick on Franky when seeing him help try and save Robin

And after he joins the crew y/n becomes his obligatory little helper!

Since y/n likes to be constantly doing stuff Franky has them help him do repairs on the ship and check for anything that needs to be fixed

He says he can’t fit in a lot of the smaller crevices (which he technically can’t) but normally he’d just use some invention of his

But y/n doesn’t need to know that, not when they get excited in helping

Franky 100% teaches y/n to do poses with him

Nami is half tempted to strangle him for this when y/n did the “suupppeerr” pose after a battle

Unfortunately for her dumbass number 2 (aka Luffy) joins in and then Ussop as well

Y/n in the morning likes to help style Franky’s hair, he wonder’s who Vivi is and why his hair colour reminds them of her

Y/n is also the reason why Franky’s hair is now styled occasionally like sea creatures

His favourite is when they style it as a shark or whale

He shivers each time he looks at y/n’s “ship”

Especially when they say that she’s a fine sea-craft (she not)

He just nods along

Back when he was a kid he was also equally appalled back then about it and had offered to make it better

But just like back then y/n refuse

And somehow that dinky thing always seems to end back up at the ship even when in a storm it ends up lost at sea

Y/n sits on his arm all the time, especially when he is in a muscle man pose

They think it’s funny

He thinks it’s funny when steal his sunglasses

The two of them have single-handedly increased the amount of Hawaiian shirts owned by the straw hats by about 70%

Sometimes when he misses the Franky family he talks to y/n about how they deal with leaving people they love

And y/n always talk about how they kinda deal with it

But it’s always hard

They miss a lot of people

Some of which they don’t remember but know they instinctively miss

It definitely helps him

But it also highlights to Franky just how lonely they are

Because he joined later on he hasn’t seen or heard y/n talk about some of their experiences

He’s maybe heard some from iceberg or the other straw hats but they were always vague

It’s sad to him, especially since their short friendship with him had honestly made him feel less alone in the harder segments of his life

But knowing just how many people they had said goodbye to and would say goodbye to, the years afloat on that thing they call a ship by themself

Yeah, it really weighs on him

Because he gets it

Y/n is the only one for sure who knows that Robin and Franky eventually get together (frobin for real y’all)

They don’t tell anyone cause they just kinda assumed everyone already knew and forgot it was a secret lol

Despite this though, they accidentally cover for Robin and Franky when they go out on small dates

Y/n is somehow Franky’s ultimate wingman (wingperson?)

They suggest to him things they know Robin like or would like

The two of them like to paint a pair of stars on each of Franky’s inventions

A blue 5 pointed on for Franky and a smaller 4 pointed gold one for y/n

Y/n Is the only one on the crew besides Luffy to use the Franky fridge to store stuff

Specifically the snacks the other crew members give them through the day

Franky ends up building some birdhouses on the ship for crows who stay the night along with prosthetic limbs for birds who lost legs or even their wings

He doesn’t have a particular bird he prefers over the rest

He thinks all of them are SUUPPEERRRR

They seem to like his golden chain and shiny metal nose

Much to his amusement

Sometimes a chosen bird will be allowed to wear his sunglasses and it becomes the super bird of the day

This bird for that day gets to hang around on his head and gets a invention made for them

Y/n likes to buy Franky cool gadgets they find along with anything that has blue stars

Franky doesn’t buy y/n stuff but instead makes them things, typically little do-dads or even some puzzles to keep them preoccupied

“Hey Franky, do you need some help there?” You asked watching the blue haired shipwright peel himself away from repairing the mast of the ship. He grins, “Surre thing little helper!” He then tosses you a hammer that you luckily catch.

“What do you suggest I get Robin? I’m still debating between these two” the cyborg man questions as he holds up two different bouquets of fresh flowers. You peer between the two, examining them. “Robin would probably like the second one. Those flowers have meanings of “love” “companionship” and “appreciation” which would be the best choice. She’d like the effort behind them” you say before correcting your fake moustache and dusting off any dirt of your fake waiter uniform you stole from Sanji’s days at the baratie. “Should I have Hesta fly in and deliver them?” He adds making you respond “of course!”

Two cans of Cola clink together as you and Franky sit watching the horizon. “I can only imagine Oden’s face seeing that you’re now a pirate after saying you’d never be one, oh and Tom’s” you giggle as Franky nods “do you think they’d be happy?”. For a moment you ponder “I can’t say for sure….but I think so long as your happy they’d be”

Brook

Dead duo (lol) cause they’ve both died and come back to life (though one has done this significantly more than the other)

By the time he joins y/n being a immortal ain’t a secret anymore

Even if it was his emotional breakdown when seeing them again asking if he’s finally gone fully insane before hugging them would probably proof enough that their immortal

But anyway!!

For very obvious reasons Brook for a long while after reuniting is kinda stuck at y/n’s side

Partially because he’s still unsure if this is real and afraid he’ll wake up alone again

On that ship where only the damned souls of the sea like himself stay

Y/n seems to know this though and happily allows him to stay at their side as they hold onto his coat since he’s too tall for them to comfortably hold his hand

The annual amount of death and skeleton jokes have gone up exponentially because of the two of them alone

Both Brook and y/n cope via jokes and each other (as sad as that is)

The crew can’t help but deadpan at the amount of time the two have watched something horrific or head about it and said “same” or pointed to a skeleton and said “look it’s us!”

Brook doesn’t ask his pervert questions or jokes in front of y/n he’s too mortified to do so when he basically considered them his family

He once accidentally did and y/n asked what that meant and he wanted to curl up and die (again)

Y/n brings him milk and stuff with calcium saying he needs to build up bone density

He has yet to tell them he can’t drink it but he appreciates the gesture and gives it to Sanji instead so he can use it for recipes

Brook is the only person y/n talks to about the ways in which they’ve died

Mostly because he’s the only other person who can understand what its like

And because hearing vindication that what had happened to them was wrong kinda helps them process stuff

Because they should not have died as many as they’ve had let alone in such gruesome ways

Hearing it from Brook, someone who’d also faced the horrors of death and immortality really opens their eyes

Whenever Brook plays music y/n instinctively joins him in song

It’s just second nature to y/n at this point

Both are different versions of insane from immortality. While’s brooks is more noticeable for y/n’s it’s more subtle

Y/n likes to show Brook all the instruments and songs they learned after his death

Especially their ukulele skills much to his amusement

Neither can play Binks booze together without sobbing midway

Nor can Brook handle their stories of Laboon still waiting at reverse mountain

Nor can y/n handle hearing how Brook would see visions of them and the crew in his years of isolation

The rest of the straw hats can’t handle just how depressing that all is lol

He accidentally found y/n, Chopper and Luffy in their game and now has made a soundtrack for it

When y/n stays in the men’s quarter Brook sometimes has to check their still alive because of his fear they’ll die again

Y/n has played the xylophone on Brook’s ribcage much to Nami’s horror

Both of them pull the “as the oldest people on board” card

The two of them also call each other senior citizens and try and get discounts at places via Nami’s orders

Both always get kicked out

Y/n somehow learned the word “boner” from someone and asked Brook what that meant because he was made of bones

He wanted to die a second time 💀

He was mortified after that especially when y/n then taught that word to Luffy and chopper who joined in on asking him what it meant

Robin had to help him escape the questioning

When y/n can’t see anything they like to climb Brook to get a better view

Y/n also sometimes hides in his ribcage

The two of them share an atrocious fashion sense

The only difference is that Robin and Nami help in making sure y/n doesn’t end up in a floral shirt with polka dot shorts and sandals with socks

Brook is extremely proud of y/n’s skills that they picked up from him and his crew

The crows keep bringing Brook bones because they assume all skeletons they find somehow are parts of Brook

Y/n taught them to play the xylophone on Brook

The dead musician’s favourite crow is one named “crazy Pete” because he just picks shit up and starts whacking against the nearest surface

This making him the best xylophone player of the crows as well as the best drummer

The flock also uses his ribcage as a perch as well as his Afro in which they have built a nest in that he didn’t know about until baby birds hatched

He got to name the newborns and named some of them after his old crew

Y/n likes to buy Brook skeleton things (like those plastic Halloween skeletons lol) and music sheets for him to write new music

Brook gets y/n a bunch of weird mystical shit that y/n always ends up loving

“Yohohohoho! Are you up for a duet?” The old skeleton asks as he holds up his violin, you look up from the book you were reading a smile already stretching across your face. “Do you have to ask?” You reply back as you get up and get into position, if a skeleton could smile he would.

“Yo brook!” You yell already snickering under your voice “do you think we ought to buy some trombone’s? Or maybe some Xylobone’s?”. At that he lets out his signature laugh, “maybe, but they’d cost a Skelaton! Get it? Cause we’ve both died!” For a moment there’s a pause of silence between you both before the two of you burst out into laughter. Nami grumbles under her breath about you both being “numbskulls” before realizing her mistake, the two of you laugh even harder.

In the middle of the night you and Brook sit in the crows nest, the humming the Bink’s booze filling the silence beneath the stars. Because for now that’s enough.

Jinbe

Fisher duo! Would’ve gone with sun duo because of the sun pirates but that duo name probably fits y/n and ace more

By the time Jinbe joins everyone on the crew knows so he doesn’t need to keep the secret

Something that makes him hella realized about since he knows he’d have to jump through hoops somehow trying to explain why y/n knew him prior

Is always worried for y/n especially when realizing they already have a very small impulse control that melts away when Luffy is near

Like he is getting grey hairs as Robin and Nami emphatically pat his shoulder

Y/n loves to laze about on Jinbe, they’ll just randomly go up to him raise their arms up to be picked up and then just fall asleep or stay there

Y/n likes how warm he is along with how he’ll carry them around. Plus his more squishy and smooth textured skin on account of being a fishman is a texture that they like

Jinbe has accepted his role as a resting place for y/n

Something that now also extends to Luffy, chopper and sometimes Zoro as well

When not doing his duties on the ship he likes to listen to y/n’s recounts of things

He finds it pretty soothing as well as informative

If no one else is up to listen to y/n word vomit then Jinbe always has an ear open

His favourites are ones are those including Roger

He’d never known him, just knew about bits and pieces from Whitebeard so he’s especially interested in learning about him from someone else

Y/n sometimes like to ask him about fishman culture along with facts about mermaids as well!

Especially stuff about Joyboy

Something which makes Jinbe light up in pride

Head pats galore from this fishman once he finds out that y/n melts at that type of affection

Is the first to not question how y/n has befriended so many war criminals

Though his is curious how the hell Doflamingo ended up on that list

Speaking of which when y/n gets really scared or anxious he is quick to pick up on it

Just immediately picks up y/n leaves the situation while Luffy goes to beat up what caused the problem lol

Y/n when seeing him get odd looks gives people odd looks back

Especially when people ask where their parents were and they point to Jinbe as if it were the most obvious answer in the world

Y/n once has bitten someone who was being racist

While Jinbe was proud he was not happy with the fact they resorted to Luffy type behaviour

Definitely considers Jinbe a father figure

Something he holds in high regard especially when hearing how they think so highly about Roger

Due to Jinbe being a whale shark fishman y/n bought themself and him matching whale shark plushies

He got the smaller one while y/n got the mama

Jinbe may or may not have secretly cried about this

Because Jinbe is serious most of the time y/n has made it a sport in trying to surprise him

Like suddenly jumping from the crows nest into his arms or randomly appearing out of nowhere for hugs

Even if he’s upset with their recklessness he always ends up smiling

Much like the others he ends up as a resting spot for the crows, specifically the young ones just learning to fly

They always end up tucked into his kimono somehow but he doesn’t end up minding it much

Not when the combined forces of the baby birds and y/n give him puppy eyes

His all time favourite crow though is one named Pearl, she’s just a little sweetheart that loves to sit on his hands to be pet

To be honest he finds them all rather intriguing especially since crows typically aren’t this intelligent

Like sure typically their intelligent birds but these ones seem even moreso

it seems somehow they have increased perception?

He’s not sure as to why but leaves it as a “y/n thing”

Something that has become a trend in his will for questioning things

Don’t understand it? Probably a y/n thing so move on and accept it

Nami has been following in this mindset for awhile now

Y/n steals his robes despite them being too big

He purposely leaves them out when realizing they like to do this

Jinbe is the only one to know about y/n’s time as a slave and is the only one to know why they sometimes flinch when people touch their back

He’s also the only way who’s able to understand and comfort them when they silently stream out at the sea

At ports y/n likes to go shopping with Jinbe and though he says they don’t need to buy him anything they buy him sea themed stuff to remind him of fishman island

In similar fashion despite y/n saying that he doesn’t need to buy them anything he buys them charms for their bracelets and necklaces that represent a place they’ve been so they can keep track

“So Roger really could stand toe to toe with Whitebeard?” Jinbe asks as you nod with a smile “yeah, Roger despite having no devil fruit was extraordinarily strong and had extraordinary Haki. Plus Roger was Roger”. At hearing this explanation Jinbe nods but then inquires “what do you mean by that last part?” Which makes you lightly giggle before explaining “Roger is the only person besides maybe Luffy who would sneak onto a marine base, fist fight Garp the fist, raid the kitchen and then proceed to escape back to the Oro with the stolen food, treasure and highly classified government field he thought looked cool”

“Jinbe can I go up” you ask with your hands already reaching up to him and in position to be lifted. The fishman smiles, for an immortal you really were a kid still. He smiles. “Alright, do you also want to hear about fishman island again?” It’s not even really a question when he knows your answer but he asks either way and sees you nod. Pearl who’s perched on his shoulder makes room and finds a place between you and him.

It’s late in the night when he finds you sitting on the railing of the ship, silently looking out to sea just as you did all those years ago. He leans against the railing beside you, remembering not to touch your back at this time. “You got reminded of it again?” He asks on which he receives a full nod from you, “it was in the market, there were some propaganda posters about escaped slaves. I checked to see if I was on there, I wasn’t luckily, but it still left me feeling all flighty”. He frowns at that but nods. “Do you need me to stay with you for now?” You respond quickly without thought “yes….it burns Jinbe, my back burns again but I know the brands not there”

[mrsportgas]

The Neightbor. Chapter 4

Summary: The story takes place in the real world. Shanks, your unbearable neighbor, makes you a proposition that you're unsure whether to reject. It could be the start of a friendship, or maybe something more?

SHANKS X YOU

WARNING: Except for the first chapter, the rest will contain scenes of sex and violence, making this fanfic strictly +18.

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Shanks continued to run his fingers through my lower parts gently, and delicately began to lick my clit, making movements with his tongue, which he intensified in speed and hardness, exchanging them from time to time with kisses and movements of his lips. And I…. I was a moaning mess.

After a while, Shanks introduced two fingers inside me, moving them also in perfect movements, straight towards my G-spot, since he knew perfectly where it was. He raised and lowered his fingers while his mouth also worked. My body burned, my desire increased more and more, I needed him, I wanted him now, and I couldn't stop screaming and moaning his name.

Shanks moved away from me for a few seconds, catching his breath, to approach my neck and kiss it passionately while he continued working with his fingers. "You look so cute screaming my name….. I'm sure you'll be beautiful when I'm inside you" He whispered while increasing the rhythm of his fingers. "Cum, now."

I let myself go, it was strange, but at that moment I felt like his eyes reflected passion and lust as I felt like he had power over me, like at that moment he could do whatever he wanted with me, like he knew I would obey and do anything, and I loved that he was so dominant.

Feeling all my juices on his fingers, Shanks slowly took them out, taking them to his belt with a small smile. His pants now lay tight at the bottom, behind the belt, with a prominent bulge behind them. I couldn't help but bite my lip in anticipation of what was about to happen.

He untied the belt, and the first few buttons of his pants as the moonlight illuminated his sculpted body. He quickly pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His prominent member came out free and it was big, very big. Nervousness ran through my body. The truth was that even though I had had a few flings and boyfriends, I had never been with anyone like Shanks.

He threw his clothes aside, and lay down on top of me, bringing his face close to mine. "Don't worry, I've prepared you very well" He said, pushing my hair out of my face with tenderness. "You want it?"

Before I could nod, he introduced his member into me, slowly but surely, grabbing my hands. A small moan escaped his mouth. "Breathe, you're okay." He continued as he brought his lips back to mine. A mix of pain and pleasure took over me, although little by little the pain disappeared, Shanks' small movements were slowly turning into pleasure. I opened my eyes, and found his, looking at me, waiting for my approval, an answer that everything was okay. A small smile appeared on my lips. Seeing this, Shanks regained confidence, responding with an even bigger smile and beginning to intensify the pace.

We both immersed ourselves in pleasure and the space was filled with our moans. Shanks stood up, feet on the floor, while he placed me on the edge of the bed and continued to increase the pace. He brought his finger close to my mouth, caressing it and inserting his finger into it. "Suck it" he demanded. And I obeyed.

"You're so pretty, so pretty around my cock" he said trying to catch his breath. "I want you to ride me" he continued dryly.

He moved away slightly, climbing onto the headboard of the bed, while leaning his back against it, sitting on the pillows. I stood up and placed myself on his lap, while he bit his lip and looked at my body with a smile. That smile that made me melt inside.

When I was positioned on top of him, I slowly introduced his member inside me, the truth was that at that moment it didn't hurt me in the slightest, the only thing I could feel was pleasure. I began to ride Shanks quickly, as best I knew, his delicious cock was taking me to ecstasy, filling every part of my insides and rubbing perfectly on my G-spot.

A light sweat ran through our bodies, Shanks with clearly agitated breath guided my hips with his hands, grabbing my ass and occasionally spanking me, which became a little more intense each time. While my nails dug passionately into his shoulders and back.

"I bet none of those little boys will fuck you like I'm doing." A big ball of heat besieged my stomach. "Now your testing a real man with a real dick" Shanks continued with a big spank on my ass.

"I'm going to cum" I let out with the last breath I had left.

"Wait a minute princess, I want to enjoy you a little more"

I kept riding Shanks until I couldn't take it anymore, letting my orgasm run free, running through my entire body. Shanks, feeling all my fluids on his member, came too, leaving us both breathing hard.

I leaned against Shanks’ body, trying to regain some sense of normalcy. He wrapped his arms around me, planting a kiss on my forehead. We both remained silent, savoring the moment and what had just happened.

“We should clean up,” Shanks finally said, breaking the silence.

Carefully, I got up from the bed, setting my feet on the ground, and Shanks did the same, taking my hand and guiding me to the bathroom.

We both washed up quickly, and I could see the exhaustion on his face. After the day I’d had, I was just as tired. When we left the bathroom, Shanks went to his closet, looking for a clean shirt. “Here, put this on. You’ll be more comfortable,” he said, tossing a shirt into my hands. “We’d better get some sleep.”

He pulled back the sheets on the bed, and we both slid underneath them. Shanks wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

Everything was peaceful. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up slowly, with the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. For a moment, everything felt serene, as if the world had stilled after the intensity of the night before. The gentle brush of the sheets against my skin reminded me where I was, and more importantly, who I had been with.

A shy smile crept across my face as memories from the night before resurfaced. The way Shanks had looked at me, how his hands had explored every inch of my body with a blend of tenderness and desire. There was something magnetic about him that I just couldn’t shake.

I turned over slowly, expecting to find him still sleeping beside me, but instead, the bed was empty. My smile faded slightly. I looked around the room, but there was no sign of him. A slight pang of disappointment hit me, as if the night had ended more abruptly than I had hoped.

That’s when I saw it: a small note carefully folded and left on Shanks’ pillow. I picked it up, my heart beating a little faster as I unfolded it.

“Y/N,

I got called in for an emergency at work. Sorry I couldn’t stay, but I promise we’ll see each other soon. Take care.

Shanks.”

I read the note several times, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, there was the warmth of knowing he hadn’t left without a word, that he had cared enough to leave me an explanation. But on the other hand, I couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment. I had wanted to wake up next to him, talk to him, maybe even spend a bit more time together in that bubble we’d created during the night.

I took a deep breath and set the note aside, deciding not to overthink it. Shanks was a busy man. I gathered my things slowly, still feeling his presence in every corner of the room. Part of me wanted to linger a little longer, savor the calm, but I knew I had to go home.

I dressed quickly, and after one last glance at the room, I left, closing the door softly behind me. As I walked toward the exit, my thoughts were still tangled up in what had transpired between us.

When I got home, I felt a mix of relief and nervousness. As I opened the apartment door, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, along with the familiar sound of Nami humming a tune in the kitchen. Her laughter was the next thing I heard.

“Well, well! Look who decided to come back after a wild night out!” Nami said, giving me a teasing look as she set the coffee pot aside.

I sighed, trying to hold back the smile tugging at my lips. “It wasn’t as wild as you think, Nami,” I replied, though she clearly didn’t believe me.

“Oh, please,” she shot back, crossing her arms and stepping closer with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got that sparkle in your eyes. Come on, spill it all.”

I laughed, unable to help myself. “Okay, okay,” I admitted, collapsing onto the couch. “It was… amazing. Different from anything I’ve experienced before.”

Nami sat next to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Amazing how?”

I told her everything, and as I spoke, the memories rushed back with overwhelming force, and I realized how much that night had meant to me.

“And then he left me a note this morning because he had to rush off to work,” I said, showing her the note Shanks had left.

Nami took it and read it quietly before handing it back. “Wow,” she commented with a soft smile. “Do you trust him?”

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Yeah. I’m not sure exactly what will happen next, but… I feel like there’s something more between us.”

Nami smiled and gave me a playful nudge on the arm. “Well, whatever is happening, it sounds like you’re in good hands. And from what you’ve told me, not just good, but very, very skilled ones.”

We both burst into laughter.

Monday arrived faster than I expected. I was sitting at my small desk, staring at the messy notes from my PhD project when I received an email from Benn Beckman, my thesis advisor, requesting an urgent meeting. I knew Beckman wasn’t the type to send emails for trivial matters, so I quickly finished what I was working on and headed to his office.

The campus was unusually quiet for a Monday, and the sound of my footsteps echoed in the hallways. When I reached Benn’s office, the door was slightly ajar. I knocked softly.

“Come in,” his firm voice called from inside.

I entered and saw him sitting behind his desk, with his characteristic calm yet intense expression. Beckman had always been someone I admired deeply. His sharp mind and ability to see beyond the obvious made him a formidable mentor. He motioned for me to take a seat, and I obeyed.

“Y/N,” he began as I sat down, “I want to talk to you about something important. This Friday, we’re having a small gathering with some investors who are interested in funding innovative research projects.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew what that meant. Beckman had mentioned the possibility of seeking external funding for my project, but I hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

“I want you to present your project to them,” he continued, looking at me with a mix of confidence and expectation. “It’s your chance to sell your research and make sure these investors are interested enough to fund you. You have the rest of the week to prepare. I trust you’ll be ready.”

I felt the pressure building in my chest, but also a spark of excitement. This was the opportunity I’d been waiting for, the moment to prove that my work was worth supporting. However, the fear of failure was there too, lurking in the background.

“I will be,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

Beckman gave me a slight smile. “I know. Just remember, the most important thing isn’t just presenting your project, but connecting with them, making them feel that your research is necessary and valuable. If you can do that, you’ll succeed.”

The rest of the week was an emotional rollercoaster. During the day, I threw myself completely into preparing my presentation. I refined every slide, reviewed my notes over and over, and practiced my talk in front of the mirror until I could recite it from memory.

But at night, my mind kept drifting back to Shanks. Ever since that morning when I found his note on the pillow, we hadn’t spoken again. And although I didn’t expect us to be in constant contact, the prolonged silence was starting to bother me.

Every now and then, I’d see him through the window, either entering his house or working out in the backyard. Sometimes our eyes would meet, but he never waved or made any effort to talk to me. That confused me, and to be honest, it frustrated me. How could he go from such an intense night to completely ignoring me?

“What the hell is he thinking?” I often wondered, growing more annoyed. It was like he had lit a fire in me only to disappear.

On Tuesday night, I saw him leave his house, wearing a jacket over his shoulders and his phone in hand. He was walking quickly, as if in a rush to get somewhere. I watched him from the window, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t even bothered to say hello.

“Maybe I never mattered to him at all,” I thought bitterly.

Nami, always perceptive, noticed my irritation when I got back to the apartment later that night.

“Shanks again?” she asked, not looking up from her book as she sat on the couch.

“Yeah, and I don’t get it,” I huffed, dropping down beside her. “Ever since that night, he’s barely looked at me. He hasn’t come to say hi even once. And the worst part is, I see him every day. He’s right there, but he acts like I don’t exist.”

Nami looked up and studied me for a moment, thinking. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on in his head, but maybe he’s just really busy with work.”

“Work?” I said, frustrated. “After everything that happened between us, the least he could do is say hi when we cross paths, right?”

“I know,” Nami replied calmly. “But maybe it’s not that simple. You can’t know everything if he doesn’t tell you. Just… don’t let it get to you too much, at least not this week. We’ve got the presentation on Friday, and you can’t let this distract you.”

I knew she was right, but the thought of Shanks ignoring me—or worse, that I hadn’t meant anything to him—kept gnawing at me inside.

It was Thursday afternoon, and I was in my room, sitting in front of my computer with the presentation open. The slides were practically ready, but I kept going over each one, looking for any small mistake, something that could be improved. The glow of the screen lit up my face, while the minutes dragged on, feeling heavy and slow. Despite my efforts to focus, anxiety was keeping me company.

The meeting with Beckman was approaching. He would want to review the final details of the presentation before the big day. I knew this was crucial, but my mind kept wandering somewhere else, to someone else. To Shanks.

It had been days since we last spoke, and although I tried to keep my mind focused on work, his indifference gnawed at me. I couldn’t stop wondering what had really happened. Was it just a night for him? Or was there something more, something I wasn’t seeing?

I got up from the chair, stretched a bit, and walked to the window to clear my head. The sun was still high in the sky. My eyes automatically fell on Shanks' window, just across from mine. For some reason, I always ended up looking over there, as if expecting some kind of sign.

And then, I saw him.

Shanks was in his room, walking around casually in a dark shirt with his hair all messy. I watched him for a moment, wondering if he even noticed my presence. He looked so relaxed, so indifferent. He moved back and forth in his room, as if there was no one else in the world but him.

I sighed, resigned. "How stupid I was," I thought. Just as I was about to look away, Shanks suddenly stopped, as if he had felt my gaze. He turned his head slowly toward the window, and his eyes met mine. My heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I thought he would walk away again, ignoring me like always. But to my surprise, he didn’t.

He stayed there, watching me. After what felt like an eternity, he raised his hand and gave me a cheeky smile. It was that same laid-back smile I had seen so many times before, the one that always made me feel safe, but now only fueled the confusion inside me.

What was he playing at? Why now? Why after days of silence?

My pulse quickened, and before I could think twice, I gathered my courage. I couldn’t go on like this, tormenting myself with unanswered questions. It was time to face him, to demand explanations. With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and searched for his number.

For a second, I hesitated, but there was no turning back. I dialed his number and brought the phone to my ear, watching him from the window. Shanks picked up his phone quickly, as if he knew exactly what my intentions were.

My breathing became heavier as the ringing continued. One ring, two rings… and then, his voice.

"Hello, pretty. How are you?" His carefree tone ignited the anger inside me. Was he serious?

"Shanks," I said, trying to hold back the wave of emotions rushing through me at that moment. My voice came out colder than I intended, but I didn’t care. After days of silence and endless questions, I had no patience left for games.

He laughed, a light and carefree laugh, as if he didn’t sense the tension hanging in the air. "Just ‘Shanks’? Wow, I thought after the other night, I deserved something a bit… warmer." His tone was laced with that typical cockiness of his, that mix of confidence and amusement that used to make me smile, but now only irritated me more.

"Really?" I replied, trying not to sound affected. "You’ve barely said a word, and when you do, you act like nothing happened. It’s true that you don’t owe me anything, but at least don’t ignore me."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, one that almost made me think I had managed to crack through his façade. But then, his laugh returned, softer this time. "I didn’t know you were keeping such close tabs on me. If I had known, I would’ve walked by the window more often."

I rolled my eyes, unable to stop the heat rising to my cheeks, but now wasn’t the time to give in. "Shanks, I’m serious. If what happened was just… a distraction for you, at least you could’ve been honest instead of disappearing. I’m not a kid who can’t handle the truth."

He sighed on the other end, and his tone finally shifted. "No, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t just a distraction." For the first time, he seemed to stop joking. "It’s just… I’ve been busy with work stuff."

When I stayed silent, he continued.

"I can’t tell you all the details about my mission, but let’s just say it’s the kind of job that requires all my attention. Although, of course, I always save a bit for you."

"Of course, you do." I kept the sarcasm sharp but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face.

"You worry about me more than you admit, don’t you?" he teased, his voice turning seductive again. "I like that about you, Y/N. You’re so passionate, even when you try not to show it."

I couldn’t believe he was flirting with me right now, but more than that, I couldn’t believe that, despite my anger, part of me was responding to that damn seductive tone he used so naturally.

"Don’t change the subject, Shanks," I said, trying to stay firm.

"I told you," his voice softened, but still held that playful edge. "It’s work. The kind of work that takes time, energy… but don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you. In fact," he continued, with a hint of mischief, "I think I dreamed about you the other day. Although, in that dream, you were a bit less… dressed."

My cheeks burned, and my heart fluttered somewhere between fury and embarrassment. "You’re impossible," I muttered, trying not to smile, but failing miserably.

"And you’re adorable when you’re mad at me," he replied, a smile clearly audible in his voice. "I admit, maybe I should’ve come to see you sooner. But I didn’t want to drag you into all my chaos. Besides, you’re the one with my number."

The truth was, he was right. But I had held myself back, partly out of pride, and partly because I liked him more than I would ever admit. The shame and frustration that it had all been a game for him had kept me from reaching out.

"That doesn’t change the fact that you could’ve come to talk to me too," I replied, calmer now but still firm.

"I know," he admitted, his voice soft. "I’ll make it up to you, I promise. This week has been a mess, but… I’d like to see you on Saturday. Really see you."

I didn’t know how to respond right away. Part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell, but another part… the part that had always felt that irresistible attraction to him, wanted to give in.

"We’ll see," I replied, not wanting to give him all the cards so easily.

Shanks chuckled on the other end, pleased with my response. "That’s my girl. Always keeping me in suspense."

"Stop flirting, Shanks," I said, trying to sound more serious than I felt.

"Sorry, beautiful, I’ve got to go," he said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t sorry at all. "I’ll see you on Saturday and… we’ll discuss everything."

He winked at me, and with a laugh, added, "By the way, where are you going looking so fine?"

An idea popped into my head at that moment. Maybe I could give him a little lesson.

"To university, I have a big event tomorrow. I might land an investor for my project." I said, turning my back to the window.

"That’s great." There was a brief pause before he continued. "You could wear that skirt on Saturday."

This was my chance.

"Oh yeah? You like it?" I said, lifting my skirt higher, revealing a part of my behind to Shanks. "Actually, I think I don’t even need panties." I continued as I slid my hand under my skirt, pulling my underwear down and tossing them to the floor.

On the other side of the phone, I could hear Shanks breathing heavily.

"I think you should come pick me up at the university, or someone might notice."

Shanks was silent for a few seconds, his breathing growing more intense.

"I’ll be there," he replied, before hanging up.

NEXT CHAPTER

[sordidmusings]

Welcome🤍

Thank you for stopping by my blog! I hope you enjoy the clown show lol right now I'm keeping this chatty section real sparse to get this out but hoping to make it (and this whole list) more robust and comprehensive with time! One of the first things on the list is to have fic summaries instead of just titles and better formatting for multiple parts. At least this works atm haha For now, just know this is both a sfw and nsfw blog and nsfw will be tagged with #thirst hours

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NSFW ☄️

Fluff 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑 Angst (how much easy vs. harsh emotion)

AU 🪐

Non-canon elements in focus ✨

Tender Love and Care

Hair Care 🌖 Massage 🌖 Part 1 Part 2 and Part 3 - Coming Soon

Switching Up Roles 🌕☄️ Part 1 and Part 2

Loose Lips

Thirsty Thursdays ☄️

With Pissed Off Buggy With Lucky Brat Buggy With Insecure Buggy

Comforting His Partner on Their Looks 🌕

Age Gap Headcanons 🌕

Punk Buggy with a Tongue Piercing☄️ - Riff off of @hey-august's wonderful Punk Buggy

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter 🌖☄️

Fixing What Ifs 🌗

Well Earned Praise 🌕

How He Deals with Falling in Love 🌕

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Thirsty Thursday

The Hat Stays ON

Fireside 🌖 - coming soon

Bonding Exercises ☄️ - coming soon

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

How to Break Rules 🌖

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Give (In) and Take (Me) ☄️

The Wrong Rest ��

Across the Great Divide 🌘 - Coming Soon

These Hoes Depressed 🌖 - Coming Soon

Brushing Souls 🌕✨

You've warned him just as much as the others how intimate and overwhelming it feels to touch another soul. Still, he's intrigued. Over time you've come to trust him enough to give him a taste of the soul magic of your home and he immediately accepts, equal parts eager and nervous. Nothing you said prepared him for all he feels at simply being surrounded by You. ~3.8k

Coronary Tale 🌗✨

Face Sitting ☄️

Hickey Headcanons 🌖

Eventually this will mean poly BUT for now it is where headcanons with LOTS of characters are until I have more fics under more characters (so Its not just a fuckload of headers all with the same fic under them lol)

Cuddling Headcanons 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men (Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk)

Cuddling Ficlets 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

X Marine Reader Headcanons - Coming Soon

Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

Bonus Characters (Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Killer, Sir Croc, Doffy)

Sweetly Scented Secrets 🌕✨

These are ones I add to and build off of instead of it being just something for a one-shot. Currently a placeholder but wanna get posting for these soon! Gotta organize the massive thought dumps I have down first lol

Modern AU (Coney Island inspired)

Hybrid AU

ABO AU

On Their Feet - current priorities (Most have coming soon and up on Masterlist to kick my ass into gear atm lol)

Lifeline - in brain and touching on

Purgatory - letting them happen when they happen

Hell - uncertain if they will ever happen 💀

Random ass shit that doesn't have a spot yet wHOOPS

Now and For Always - One Piece Rendition

Andddd a reminder to myself to possibly link sketches eventually andjkjaskda

Enjoy the hot mess in progress LOL

[silverinkbottle]

Kinktober Day 1: Lingerie

The idea of lingerie made out of pearls, wouldn't leave my head..and this..was the result. This is my first time participating in Kinktober, so I am both scared and excited to give it a shot with writing 31 days' worth of fic. Some may just be straight one-shots, but who knows!

So, uhhh feel free to follow along, drop suggestions and all that. If you want to be tagged in future things, lemme know!

Bit of a spoiler for Day 2: Masturbation with a certain desert crime lord. I may have spent too much time thinking about the uses of rings.. Okay..on to the fic itself! Pairing: Shanks X Fem!Reader

Reader is the resident bookkeeper for the Red Haired Pirates..and has been Shank's lover for the past few years. Problem is with being with someone for long, it gets difficult to think of ways to surprise them.

Content Warning: Clitoral Orgasm, hair-pulling..I never really know what to warn for. This is relatively 'tame' I suppose. Uhhh perhaps a bit fluffy for the content. Word count: 1.8K (Its so short by my normal standards, I will up the word content as we go on) Special shout out to @seventeencryinghorses-blog for the Shanks request!

You didn’t do surprises. It wasn’t because you didn’t enjoy the time and effort it took to keep things quiet, but the unfortunate fact that Shanks managed to ‘discover’ them early every single time. Even when you kept things under lock and key in your own private office on the Red Force, the curious man managed to sneak a glance at your plans. It was maddening beyond words as he would just smile that sincere smile, press a kiss to your temple, and leave you to stew in your fury. It wasn’t fair like your lover had a sixth sense in ruining your fun.

Until tonight, you would win the battle this time or go down in flames trying. Now, if only you could keep an aloof attitude as the gradual chaos of the bar began to escalate around you. You none too discreetly passed over a large purse of berri to the bar’s owner as you both watched a trio of beer glasses shatter from an errant fist pounding the table over a hand of cards.

“Just..let me know the damage in the morning..” You muttered apologetically as the barkeep nodded stiffly before shoving the purse into his apron. Evidently, you had failed to keep that calm aura as a single arm curled around your waist, kissing gently on the side of your neck. A faint hum of disapproval skittered over your skin when the sour expression on your face didn’t budge. Every single moment the crew decided to up the ante, you could all but imagine the clinking of berri trickling down the drain. The tragic fate of a bookkeeper on a pirate crew meant that someone had to be fiscally responsible, or else it would be hardtack and gruel for months.

“Come on, it was a big score. Can you blame them for wanting to blow off a bit of steam..” Shanks grumbled as you tried to resist the urge to fidget when his hand cheekily squeezed your thigh. Once in a teasing manner and the second in a far more inquisitive way as your right leg shifted restlessly. The faintest jingle of the golden string around your ankle as the light overhead caught the reflection of the small trio of rubies between the golden beads. The bait worked like a charm as Shank’s focus went from your legs down to your feet. Thin sandals strapped to them, plain in comparison to the little anklet.

“That’s new..”

“Uh-huh.” You deadpanned as you saw your red-headed lover try to connect the missing pieces of some unseen puzzle. His dark eyes flickered from your ankle to your upper legs before leaning close to you within kissing distance as you took advantage to chastely press his lips to yours. The twitch of his face gave away a content smile that graced his features as you idly tapped your nails against his left cheek.

“So, is there anything else that is new to you?” Shanks asked in a singsong tone, and you rolled your eyes at his impatience. It was obvious you had something up your sleeve, and now he was going to go about prodding it with a verbal stick until he sprung the trap early.

“Well, if you think the crew can be without their brave leader for the rest of the evening, I can-”

“Done. Beckman, try to not let the lads get too out of control.” Shanks barked over his shoulder to his second mate, who gave a twitch of his cigarette in response to the order. You were quickly dragged out of the bar by your hand as you tried to stifle your laughter with little success. 

“Shanks, this isn’t the-ah” 

Your protest turned into a pitched whimper as Shanks took full advantage of the solid door behind you. The hot press of his lips against your throat was doing wonders for making you lose your train of thought. Another whine spilled from your lips when his knee pressed between your legs in a silent request for you to spread them apart. Now, his hand was dangerously close to the edge of your pants as your little noises seemed to be spurring his desire despite your best efforts.

“Shanks, this isn’t the surprise..” You uttered in a single rush of words before your own lust betrayed you. Shit, shit, you could all but feel the heat cross your face as his darkened gaze pierced through you. The light brush of his face against your jaw as he pressed the lightest of kisses to it, trying to coax further out of you as you seemed to fumble with your following words.

“Just..turn around..and look at the floor..” You asked weakly

“Turn around, and you bring me to your office to clean up a bit of spilled papers,” Shanks whined as he did as he was asked, and before him was a small collection of paperwork. A few lines were written here and there, nothing too important as you had been very selective in choosing. 

“Seems like I lost all the strength in my hands. I needed my strong and durable Captain to do it for me. I’ll make it worth your while,” you purred as you lightly shoved him forward with a smile. At least he was willing to play along. He sighed deeply like a child asked to do a simple chore, but he still began the tedious task of shuffling the paperwork about on the floor.

Your steps were light and precise as you perched on the edge of your desk, watching him work. His eyes occasionally glanced up at you as you clicked your tongue, silently requesting him to focus on the task. 

“It’s a surprise, Shanks, you can’t just-” You grumbled.

“Fine, I’ll ignore that the top button of your blouse is undone for your sake. But you can’t expect me to ignore-fuck, what are you-” 

Shank’s words turned into a low hiss of surprise as you flashed him a bright grin; now, this was a reaction you had hoped for. Your nails clicked against the three remaining buttons as the edge of your ‘surprise’ peaked out from behind the white fabric. Your breasts nestled between three strings of pearls, giving some coverage but not enough to hide their lower swell. The light drag of the pearl’s cool surface against your nipples made your breath hitch for a split second as you could see Shank swallow quickly in response.

You were grateful that you had the foresight to start a small fire before the evening’s event went down. It was cozy in the room despite the ‘clothing’ that covered your upper torso. The white blouse slid off your shoulders with ease as you finished undoing the last button. You tilted your head to the side in a silent question as the string of pearls rubbed against one another at the movement.

“Surprised?” You teased as Shanks, speechless for the first time since you met, could only manage a single nod before hastily dropping the papers in his hand to quickly bury his face between your breasts with an apologetic muttering as you let out a slight squeal of surprise. 

“Don’t break it, I spent time choosing each one..” You protested weakly as his teeth grazed over the top section of pearls, contemplating whether he should bite down. Thankfully, he did manage to have some restraint as he settled for something else entirely. His hand cupped your left breast, and you could hear his muffled curses at the sight before his tongue snaked inside the material to tease at your peaked nipple. Now it was your turn to muffle noises as your hands sank into his scalp, urging him forward with harsher hair tugs.

“There’s more if you. Shanks!” 

Your words edged on scolding as the idea of ‘more’ seemed to snap the last bit of patience in the pirate. He wordlessly but gently pushed you down onto the desk, your back flat against it as he effortlessly removed the belt from around your waist. However, he paused to lean over your prone form to give you a gentle kiss that made your heart do a series of flips. His roguish grin dampened the aura of romance as his pointer finger dipped underneath the single copper button holding the pants in place.

“Well, doesn’t the pirate want to see more treasure..” You hummed

“I’m already looking at it..” Shanks retorted as you girlishly giggled at the line with a roll of your eyes. He quickly slid the trousers off, following the tantalizing sound of his belt and clothing joining the mess on the floor. 

“Fuck, how did you manage-” Shanks hissed as his hand slid over the curve of your hip. Fingers lightly pulling at the duo of pearl strings taunt against your hip bone, admiring the cold sheen against your warm skin. The sensation of rough fingertips brushing over your form sent goosebumps rippling down you as Shanks’s inspection continued, the tip of his erect cock twitching with each new inquisitive touch.

“Now this. I definitely don’t want to break.” Shanks groaned as your legs spread a bit further to coax him in closer. You knew you were dripping with want as the off-white color pooled with a faint elasticity around the clutch of pearls positioned over your center before dangling downward to provide some concealment of your sex. 

“There’s a tie on my right hip-oh gods, don’t-” 

Your warning was too late as his fingers slid underneath the clutch of pearls, dragging his entire palm over your sex to smear your arousal over your wanting clit. It was all you could do with a clumsy hand to find the troublesome tie yourself as his fingers began to set a rigorous pace. Teasing the bundle of nerves with a hint of a smirk yo,u could feel your body twitch this way and that as your arousal was stoked. 

“Faster, please. Just like that!” You panted with a pitch as you could feel the heat in your stomach begin to turn all the hotter as you tried to brace yourself by your elbows. Your panting filled the room as you tried to fight off the waves of pleasure for a few moments more before sinking into the blissful abyss. Your eyes fluttered with the faintest bit of acknowledgment as Shanks pressed the kisses in between the valley of your breasts, you could feel the high of your orgasm curl around you like a warm blanket.

“So, were you surprised?” You muttered as Shank’s low chuckle was all you needed to hear. 

Finally, you got your victory.

At least, until you realized defeat wasn’t too horrible as you felt the hardened press of his cock against your inner thigh, waiting for the last flicker of pleasure to leave you before starting it anew.

[v1nsmoke]

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 // 𝐂𝐎𝐏!𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

oneshot - cop!shanks x fem!reader

tw: age gap (both are adults though), mention of guns, smoking

summary: when your cop dad brings you to his promotion party at the police station, you don't expect to meet a red-haired coworker of your dad

fandom: one piece

a/n: remember that zoro oneshot i wrote back in 2023 october with a tiny cop shanks cameo at the end? and how i mentioned that i might make it a full length oneshot? yeah, this is it! I never wrote romance oh lawd and this feels new…

tags: stargirldelight 

wc: 1.2k

notes: modern au, first person pov. 

Dads with daughters - if they don’t despise them - usually threaten boyfriends or suitors with something along the lines of “if you cross my daughter or make her cry, i’ll break your jaw,” and mine was no exception. Unlike most of those dads, he actually could. His ultimate, go-to threat was that if any boy hurts me, he will take them to jail. He did once. That guy was involved in some illegal marihuana deals and owned a gun without any permission, so he went to jail for actual reasons. 

With my single dad being a cop, I used to spend my free time at the police station where he worked whenever he couldn’t find anybody to babysit me. Luckily, his co-workers didn’t mind, and often took care of me while I was there. The last time I visited that station was when I was around fifteen, after that I was allowed to stay at home alone for days. Up until that, I had to be supervised at the station. It wasn’t as boring as it may sound at first, there is lots of exploring to do and many gadgets to ruin. I didn’t do the latter. Maybe once, as an accident, but it got fixed up real quick. My dad’s colleagues taught me how to shoot a gun, which my dad disapproved of. I was seven years old back then, of course he did.

It’s been almost a decade since that happened, and now, I’ve been invited to a get-together to celebrate my father’s promotion at the station. It was well-deserved, he’s done many great deeds and had been working hard, harder than anyone. I was tasked with the food. I thought that the best would be to make pizzas and something sweet for dessert, maybe some of those mini pretzels for a snack, but there was no way I’d make the latter. There are shops for that.

“How’s the progress?” My dad asks, sneaking up on me.

“Almost done,” I answer, adding the finishing touches.

“Hm, they look good,” he says, taking one of the freshly prepared cupcakes.

“You’ll get them at the station, until that, no more!”

I load the two boxes into the car, dad sitting in the driver’s seat picking the music while he waits.

“I could use a hand here,” I call out.

“Grow a third one,” he replies calmly.

I hop into the car. Dad revs up the engine, and the vehicle finally gets moving.

“Lots of things have changed since you were last there,” he starts the conversation. 

“Like what?”

“I got some new coworkers, you’ll like them. We also renovated some rooms.”

“You mentioned the renovations before. I remember that you ruined most of your jeans because of it, we had to throw out like ten pairs because they all had paint on them and I couldn’t wash it out.”

“The good old times,” he sighs. “It’s been real lonely since you moved away. Feel free to move back if you feel like it.”

He parks the car in the tiny parking lot of the police station. He sits in the car, immersed in the song playing on the radio.

At the ripe age of twenty, I moved to my own tiny house. Up until that point, I didn’t even stop to think that he might feel alone. I made a mental note that I’ll make sure to visit him more often now.

“You’re not going in?” I ask.

“Do I need to? There’s gonna be lots of people,” he whines.

“I thought you were my dad, not my son.”

“Go, get the food out from the trunk, in the meantime, I’ll mentally prepare myself,” he instructs.

With a sigh, I get out of the car, and lift the trunk open.

“You need help with that?” an unknown voice asks.

I turn around to find a man leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. Light smoke swirled around him as he stepped forward.

“I think I can handle it,” I nervously answer.

“Here, let me,” he says, taking one of the boxes from my hand with a gentle move.

My dad gets out of the car.

“Shanks, good to see you!” He greets the man next to me. “I see you already found my daughter.”

“This fine lady is your daughter? You better watch out, then,” he smiles at him mischievously.

“Don’t you dare, Red Hair!” Dad replies.

“At least he helped me with the boxes,” I intervene.

“Your pa didn’t?” 

“He told me to grow a third arm.”

The red haired man chuckles, looking over to my dad.

“Not too nice of you, Hank,” he says, walking off with the box.

Inside gathered a swarm of people. Some people I knew, some I didn’t. Dad did say he got some new coworkers, and I assumed this red-haired man was one of them. Most of them wore their regular uniforms, some, who were off-duty that day, had casual clothes on.

I place the box on one of the tables, the red-haired man following suit. I take the food out of the said boxes, placing them onto separate trays and plates.

“Where can one get this food from? Looks delicious,” he speaks, picking up a slice of pizza. Luckily it was still fresh enough.

“From me,” I answer.

“Thank you, it’s nice to hear someone appreciating it,” I reply.

“You made all this? Impressive, I might just move to your house only for the food,” he says before taking a bite of the dish. “No, not might. Definitely.”

I chuckle at his statement.

“Your dad doesn't? He should, it’s amazing,” he says, his mouth still stuffed.

“Even if he does, he doesn’t say it out loud.”

“Are you a chef or something? Or is this just a hobby of yours?”

“More like a hobby. I work in an office, I hate it. I want to see the world or do some action, y’know.”

“Of course I do. I wanted action too, that’s why I’m an officer. They still give me paperwork, but when there really is some action, it’s worth it. We can teach you some things if you want.”

“You really would?” I enthusiastically inquire.

“Why not? I’ll do it in exchange for more food of yours. Deal?”

“Deal,” we shake hands.

“So first, I really want to teach you how to shoot a gun. You did that before?” He asks, walking back and forth in front of me.

“A few times, many years back.”

“You remember how to do it?”

I hold the handgun firmly, bringing it upwards. I lock my eyes on the target, an old soda can that he likely got from the trash, and I pull the trigger. The bullet was close, but flew by the can. I lower my hand in defeat.

“Mostly.”

“Here,” he says, handing me a handgun, “aim at that can right there.”

“Give it another try,” he encourages.

I lift my arms back up, aiming again. This time, the bullet made a dent into the can.

“That’s it! Off to a good start,” he speaks, patting my shoulders. “Maybe your posture is the only problem I had, though really minor.”

He comes closer, behind me. He gently places his hand on my arm and adjusts my shoulders. 

“There you go,” he whispers next to my ear. 

“Officer,” my dad interrupts.

“Yes sir?” The red-haired man turns to him. “Keep the posture,” he instructs me.

“Is that my daughter?”

“Yes sir.”

“Please don’t call me sir. Makes me feel old,” my dad grunts, walking closer. He comes to a halt next to me, observing me. Please don’t take the gun away, please don’t take the gun away…

“Keep up the good work. Teach her good, officer,” says my dad, walking back to where he came from.

red-haired shanks belongs to eiichiro oda.

© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

CHARACTER BLURBS FOR MY DSMP SUPERPOWER AU

As promised to @aimlovesmusic :D 💗

Requested characters were Eternal Duo(Eret and Foolish), Quackity, and Ranboo!

Eret👑

Hero!

Hero Name: Monarch

Unofficial spokesperson for the Hero HQ, bc she's beloved by the masses and can stay calm & collected in the spotlight. In other words, he's the best cannon fodder for them 'cause she's got both high popularity ranking and PR skills.

Power is physical control(? idk what to call it), anyone who sees their glowing white eyes has to move in any way she commands. For example, he could tell someone to drop the gun, and that person would have to drop it. She can't control minds though, so everyone is fully conscious during the control & he can't tell people to think a certain way. + the control stops when Eret can't see you anymore/covers their eyes, with sunglasses, etc.

Hero HQ set his image up to be some sort of lethargic royal, never moving more than they need to- but Eret can run in heels & throw things with scary precision actually. She carries knives around just in case, and later they acquire mini grenades! :D

Likes maracons(INHALES them whenever they're stressed)

Foolish🦈

Also a hero!

Tentatively labeled the Golden Shark

He can call up storms and/or rain/thunder/lightning separately- indoors or outdoors, it doesn't matter.

Also, given enough material, he can build things in seconds! He essentially draws out a blueprint in his mind and moves his hands accordingly, and the materials just assemble themselves. This is usually v exhausting though, it's total knockdown for him if the build is big enough.

Adopted by former hero Puffy(Hero Name: Captain Puffy) as a teen

Is friends with fellow hero Tina Kitten(Hero Name: Carrot Cat... Probably. I'm still working on it)! Tina's powers(basically Cat™️) overlap with other, more popular heroes though, so Foolish got way more support from the Hero System than her. Foolish feels bad about this and tries to help her get more recognition, but there really isn't much he can do.

Hero System favors popular heroes and gives them waaaaaay too many patrols, so he's always exhausted now that he's in the top 10

Meat lover

Eternal Duo👑❤️🦈

Often paired on patrols together

Dating <3

One of the most popular RPF ships on in-universe ao3

They've got a Golden Deities brand, since Foolish's hero persona is Playful but Powerful God of Storms & Eret's the Languid, Relaxed Royalty, and both their costumes have golden bits on them.

Foolish gets shanked on patrol and Eret goes INSANE with their throwing knives

Poor villain Redrum didn't know what hit him lol

After the Golden Shark is announced to be in recovery, the videos of Monarch chasing down Redrum in heels becomes a sort of internet meme

Even more so bc Eret was the only hero who ever came close to actually catching Redrum

Eret expertly wielding knives in public leads to a rebranding, since the powerful-lazy-monarch persona was more or less shattered. Foolish wholeheartedly supports & enthusiastically endorses this change👍

Quackity🎰

Mafia kingpin

Code Name: Rey Club

There's an explanation about the Las Nevadas codename system in the "Lilly's dsmp superpower au" tag. ...Somewhere. I don't have the link rn. I'll add it later😅👍

[Edit: here! Also I realized I changed some minor details since I posted that. Las Nevadas is not a family business!]

Took over LN when he was younger. Vibes are <The Court Jester> by thquib. I love that song.

Paranoid about his position as a result

SKILLED bartender

Since he hides his face as Rey Club, he secretly works in the LN casino palace's bar as Quackity the bartender. He hears a lot of gossip that way, and it's sorta relaxing too.

Sometimes he orders hits on Karens

Fave cocktail is Clover Club, but he pretends to like Casinos better when he's Rey Club

Ranboo🖤💜🤍

Triple Powered, which is super rare

All of benchtrio has 2+ powers so they all pretend to be single-powered(choosing their weaker powers to show) so that their vigilante identities stay hidden

Ranboo can teleport, compress(Silk Touch?), and BITE. They can bite through near anything. Chomp chomp

Works at the local library under Technoblade

And therefore first of the Bench Trio vigilante team to discover wildly popular vigilante duo Emerald Duo's civilian identities

Likes figs- wait why do I keep talking about favorite foods. Eh whatever. He also likes cake & other sweet baked goods.

Vigilante name is Endgame apparently. I'm ngl I completely forgot what I named them & had to check my notes OTL

(Tubbo and Ranboo's vigilante names went through a lot of changes so I lost track of them skajskdaskjdka)

Doesn't talk as Endgame bc they're afraid they'll stutter and sound awkward + doesn't trust himself to not give away his speech mannerisms. Tommy and Tubbo don't care but Ranboo is Anxious™️

This impacts Endgame's popularity as a vigilante a bit

Aaaaaand that's all four!!!! 🥳💕

It's been a hot minute since I worked on DSMP Superpower AU, so it's really nice returning to it :3 Hopefully I can work on it more after my exams😊😅

[ideas-4-stories]

NOOOOOOOO I LOST THE AU I WROTE FOR YOU 😭😭😭 I LITERALLY SENT IT AND TUMBLR SAID "NETWORK ERROR". L FOR THE WIFI. L. Not cool I'm literally crying I thought that AU was genius. It was a Teacher!Buggy AU with Crocomom and Dadhawk. + Shanks co-parenting Luffy with Crocodile. That note was so long I literally spent like 45 mins writing it here on your ask and it was just. Gone. Or I think it did. Why does life hate me. I'm just gonna be brief with this cuz I still think it's golden lmao. Croco and Mihawk work long hours so their kids (Luffy, Zoro, Perona) have to wait for a few hours until they're picked up by their parents. The school doesn't have school buses bc I said so (no I am not cruel it's just out of my budget /j). So Buggy takes the responsibility to keep them comfortable and entertained while they wait. Croco and Mihawk meeting this charming (and clown looking) blue-haired guy and they start courting him. Shanks gets dragged in on the courting bc of Luffy. Also he was already courting Buggy. I didn't write their process of courting I basically skipped and went,, their wedding will take part in a Goth castle. And the design are all sunshine and rainbows (literally). Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Vivi, Zoro and Luffy being in a class along with other kids. Franky, Robin, Jinbei and Brook are in higher classes. Chopper is atom. Not here in the world yet. Perona is like, 2-3yrs older than her brothers so. Yeah *awkwardly shuffles* (I love perona I swear-). Implied Zosan. Some rando: but you didn't imply shi— Me: Shhh I did. *gaslighting*. Law is also there in the classroom with lower grade strawhats. He's suffering. He only attends 3 days a week tho, he's mostly homeschooled bc of his sickness. He's homeschooled by Cora. (You can pry Law and Cora from my cold dead hands. You can separate them when I dissolve into ashes). Don't worry as he gets older his sickness is cured. Ofc he's cured by Cora. He's saved by Cora in every universe. In every AU. Every Era. Every life they will ever live. I will die on that hill– *applies the nobody dies/everyone lives tag on this AU* let my babies be happy pls. Let my man Cora live and travel the world with this emo boy (Law). Doffy isn't real, he can't hurt anyone. Ace is there. Sabo is there. Every One Piece character is out there somewhere. They're like hidden stones and you have 0.02% of finding them. I thought I was just making a Teacher!Buggy AU but then it turns into a Modern!AU for everyone. Let's gooooo. Sora divorces with Judge and remarry with Zeff so now Sanji lives with all his brothers and his sister. They get separate classrooms tho, and reiju is perona's age so she's besties with her. (I do not play by canon's rules with ages bc i live in my own world) They both tease their brothers (Sanji and Zoro) about their crushes on each other. The heart crew is there. Bepo is a dog, a very fluffy one. Kuina is alive. Kaya is there, same classroom with Usopp. I have no idea how to continue this lmao, but I do hope you find this interesting bc Buggy is 100% great with kids and probably teaches well bc he is a big nerd and makes lessons interesting. (Also, the whole reason why I wrote this instead of letting the idea slip through my mind like the others is bc the image of two goth men courting a clown looking mf was funny to me. So here we are lmao. The way I wrote this makes Shanks look like he's the person they let into their open relationship twice lol I'm so sorry 😭😭)

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's really sad, I really like this idea (though I see Shanks and Buggy more as siblings, but I understand the idea of Shuggy) It's fine that this became about so many people, I really like this.

Teacher!Buggy sounds so cool, you know that he's the flashiest and maybe one of the craziness of the things he'll do to get his students good things that will boost their learning. He knows that every kid might not have the same learning paths as others.

How many classes does this man teach? Who knows, too many for how much he gets paid. All teachers needs to get paid more.

I would think Jinbei and Brook being other fun teachers in the school, like Tom could be as well!

I really like this idea, and the imagine of two gothic men trying to court a clown-looking mf is really funny to me as well.

[bigball-thefrog]

Why Not Me?: Usopp X Reader

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Hello hi, I'll be posting again this week, I'm doing another request. So have this for now and enjoy!

Warnings/Tags:

Angst wihh comfort

Usopp has daddy issues

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Reader POV

Nami and I had just received the most recent newspaper and were reading it together. There was an article about something the Red Haired pirates did, some huge fight again which didn't catch my interest too much until a wanted poster fell out.

I picked it up and smirked it was an updated wanted poster of Yasopp, Usopps father. I turned to Usopp who had just come out of the kitchen and waved him over, "Hey, Usopp! Guess who just had a bounty increase!!" I knew Usopp would be excited because whenever we'd see something about Yasopp or the Red Haired Pirates, Usopp would always brag about his dad and how amazing he is as a pirate and how he was gifted with his father's sniper genes. Usopp perked up when he heard me called out to him and quickly jogged over. He looked over my shoulder at the wanted poster but instead of hearing him chuckle like usual there was just a sigh. Nami and I looked back at Usopp confused and saw that Usopp had a look of disinterest and resentment flashing through his eyes quickly before he covered it up, "Ah, my old man again." He simply said before standing back up and going to his workshop. I gave Nami a concerned glance and she just looked confused, she simply shrugged it off but I couldn't. This is unlike Usopp to just become so disinterested in something, so I got up and made my way to his workshop.

I knocked on the door and after hearing I quiet, "come in," I opened up the door and stepped inside. He was already hard at work making new ammo for the next battle. I sat down close to him and spoke, "Hey, are you alright Usopp?" "Yup! I'm doing amazing! I'm just preparing some more firebird stars before we reach land, you never know when we're gonna be attacked by marines or new pirates. I gotta stay prepared." I nodded at his answer but still didn't feel reassured, "Are you sure? You didn't seem alright just now. You're usually so excited when you see your dad in the newspaper..." "I was just in a hurry, no time for telling stories or bragging today." "But you always tell stories and brag about your father... If there's something wrong you can tell me you know?" "I'm fine alright? I just... Don't feel like telling stories about him today..." we both went quiet after that and Usopp went back to his work, yet I couldn't help but notice tears forming under his goggles. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, "Usopp, please tell me what's wrong..." I heard him choke up a little before he spoke, "I hate him..." I was shocked when he said that, he always talked about his father like he loved him and now he's admitting to hating him?

Usopp took off his goggles and wiped the tears that were forming in his eyes before speaking again, "That man is not my father... At least, I don't consider him my father. All he's done for me was got my mother pregnant with me and leave..." I stayed quiet and listened to him speak, the tears were forming in his eyes again but he didn't wipe them away this time, "Does he know about me? Does he even care? He's never sent a letter, he's never come back to check up on me. Does he even know what I went through?! Does he even know that my mother, his *wife* got sick and died when I was still young?! Does he know that I was orphaned at seven fucking years old with no one to take care of me?! Does he know I was alone for so many years until I met Tamanegi, Ninjin, and Piiman back at syrup village?! Or does he even care...?" The tears were pouring out of his eyes but no matter how much he wiped them the tears still kept flowing. "I learned something those past two years everyone was separated. My father has never cared once and never will care. Luffy said Shanks came back to his village a few times when he was young, so what was stopping my father from coming back to me? Was I never good enough for him? Was I already a disappointment when I was born...?"

I pulled Usopp into a tight embrace and he instantly hugged me back and cried into my shoulder. "You're not a disappointment... I'd say you're the bravest and most talented in the crew. Your sniper skills are beyond most human ability, you make your own ammo and weapons, you paint and you're the one that cuts the boys hair when they need it! You're an amazing and talented member of this crew, and your father's a jerk for leaving you like that." Usopp calmed down a little and looked up at me with a small smile, "You really think so?" He asked. "Oh I know so~ Who else risked his life to save syrup village even when the villagers didn't like or believe him? Who else shot down a marine flag at Enis lobby and then was the one to motivate Luffy to get up during his fight with Lucci? Who else raised their weapon at Admiral Kizaru despite knowing you wouldn't be able to beat him? None other than the great captain Usopp of course!" I exclaimed as I took Usopp by the shoulders. He grinned and sat up again, "Yeah, you're right! I did do a that, because I am the great captain Usopp!" he looked proud of himself and put his hands on his hips, "I am amazing aren't I?~" he said cheekily and we both chuckled. He suddenly grabbed me in a hug and sighed, "You're a great friend." He said more quietly, I smiled and hugged him back, "Of course, you're my best friend Usopp. You matter to me so, so much."

We stayed in that hug for a minute or two before he gave me one last squeeze and let me go, "Alright now if you'll excuse me, I need to make more ammo so I can continue to be the best." He said as he put his goggles back on. I smiled and got up, I looked back at him one last time before exiting his workshop and letting him work.

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Something sweet for today. I edecude I am gonna start making bits on Character ai based on my shorts here in Tumblr, there isn't much to checkout now, other than one bot but I'll be making a second bit right now so I'll put my account name here and in my pinned post: BigBall_TheFrog

Kelly🐸

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 10

Prompt: Hands

Pairing: Primo/Reader

Tags: hand kink, pining

Notes: another tame one -- this is actually my first time writing for Primo!

“You’re gonna drown those poor petunias, mate.” Mountian’s soft voice snaps you out of your reverie, and blinking, you look down at the garden bed. Sure enough, there’s a puddle forming where you’ve dumped out practically the whole watering can.

“Ah, fuck. My bad.” The large ghoul cocks his head to the side, clocking the sheepishness with which you now carry yourself.

“What’s got you so distracted?” He turns in the direction you’d been looking when you zoned out, but sees only Primo, tending to a rosemary plant a few rows away. The heat of the greenhouse would be deadly in his robes, so he’s in casual dress today: khakis, a faded baseball cap, and a linen shirt, rolled up to his elbows and smeared with dirt. Your jaw tightens, watching as he uses a pair of clippers to snip off a few wimpy-looking sprigs, ensuring they’ll grow back thicker and healthier. The tendons shift in his hands when squeezes the shanks together, veins visible through his weathered, pale skin. 

Despite his age, his hands aren’t frail looking, though. You’re too far away to see them up close, but know from months of careful observation that they’re decorated with small scars and sunspots, little trophies from a lifetime of working in the sun. Nimble and skilled, they’re mesmerizing when he hosts mass, swinging the thurible like a hypnotist’s pocket watch.

His hands are aged, but they’re not frail. Not at all. They’re experienced. Knowledgeable. You swallow down the saliva accumulating in your mouth, imagining what his wrinkled palms would feel like against your skin. Suddenly, the greenhouse feels like the surface of the sun.

��Dude,” Mountain says, snapping his fingers in your face. “You’ve got it bad.”

You’re glaring instantly. “Shut up.” It’s meant to be a whisper but comes out way louder. Grimacing, your heart nearly stops when Primo glances in your direction, his eyes meeting yours. He waves, and then goes back to his gardening. “I’m gonna walk into the fucking ocean.” This time, you make sure only Mountain can hear.

“Please, don’t.” Turning on your heel, he follows as you bring the empty watering can over to a spigot along the far wall, turn the knob — you always have to remind yourself: righty-tighty, lefty-loosey — and let it fill up. “You should talk to him.” You give the ghoul an incredulous look.

“About what? The weather?” You look down at your shoes, kicking a small pebble. “No way. Not me.” He wouldn’t be interested, anyway. You sigh. Though you’re now a full-fledged member of the Congregation, you can’t help but feel like you’re still just some weird kid, out of place in these ancient, hallowed halls. There’s so little you understand. Primo, who is as well-versed in the Arcane as he is in the workings of the natural world, is leagues ahead of you.

Mountain shrugs. “You never know.” It’s likely he has some sort of insider information on the First, but you don’t get the opportunity to pry. Sick of your attitude, it seems, he saunters away, leaving you to your work. Turning off the faucet, you go to grab the handle of the watering can with one hand but it’s so heavy, it doesn’t budge. Now you remember why the ghoul had been helping you. It takes both your hands and all your strength to lift the vessel off the ground, awkwardly shuffling your feet as you carry it back over to the flower beds. Still ruminating on the topic of the former Papa, you fail to notice one of the bricks is loose when you step back up onto the walkway, and your whole body wobbles. Your desperate effort to regain your balance only sends you toppling to the ground, landing on your ass and drenching yourself. You cry out in pain. Though fortunate to have landed on your cheek instead of your tailbone, you know there’s going to be a nice, large bruise there for several weeks.

Fuck you, Mountain. You son of a-

“Are you alright, violaciocca?” Rubbing your tender backside, you look up. Primo is stalking towards you at as brink a pace his old bones can muster. You’re not sure what he just called you, but it makes your cheeks flush anyway. This might just be the worst day of your life.

“I’m fine, Papa! Really. I just-“ You try to stand and groan, the pain still fresh. Before you know it he’s standing before you, extending a hand. It’s hard to look him in the eyes instead of fixating on his elegant, long fingers.

“Let me,” he says. Do you even dare? Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Mountain is watching, a shit-eating grin on his face. If, after this, the cold embrace of the ocean is still calling your name, you’re taking him with you.

Gulping, you take Primo’s hand.

[loganwritesprobably]

Day 3 - Abandoned

A fluff piece featuring @undeadeurydice's OC Oak

Tags/Warnings: Gwen/Oak, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, meet cute, first kiss, Shanks as a paternal figure, getting together Word Count: 1557

Gwen’s life had not been easy, for someone so young. At just nineteen years old she was alone in the world, with nobody she could rely on, no friends or family to call her own. It was difficult, but it was the life she was resigned to leading. She’d told herself that she would keep living, no matter what happened, because inside her she held the dreams of her brother, his desire for her to be happy one day, and she couldn’t let him down. She had survived.

Oak was a victim, a man who’d suffered. He had experienced hardship at the hands of the government, seen their darkest soldiers willing to do the most heinous of things. Imprisoned, starved and beaten, Oak spent years stuck as a beast, forgetting who he used to be. He had survived. 

They met entirely by chance, on a random day, on a random island. An otherwise entirely unassuming day, that shouldn’t have meant anything. It came to mean something quite important to them both, very quickly.

The weather was mild, the town was quiet, and Gwen had been on her way to pick up some food. This island was the newest of many, and finally she’d started working as a doctor. She had enough control of what she was able to do that now she could charge for her services, and make a profit. Enough to eat every week, and that was new for her. People didn’t look at her in fear, they saw past her reputation and her bounty set by the marines, they saw the good she was able to do for them and the person she was outside of what the government called her.

It’d been a few weeks since she’d landed on the island, and so by now she’d come to know most of the residents. So, when a tall man stood in the grocery store, staring at the options as if he wasn’t entirely sure what an apple was, she knew he was new here. “I’ve found that strawberries are better at this time of year.” Gwen said in lieu of greeting, offering a tub of them to the man, who tore his gaze from the apples to the strawberries in her hand, then up at Gwen with a small head tilt, as if he were a puppy. “Strawberries.” He mumbled, blinking owlishly, before he nodded mostly to himself. “They’re sweet.” Gwen told him, without judgement for his apparent confusion at everything around him. The man nodded again, more sure of himself, and took the container from Gwen with a shaky smile. “Sweet.” He mumbled to himself, looking down at the red berries. “My name is Gwen. I can help you, if you’d like? With your food, that is.” She offered, holding her hand out for him to shake with a warm smile and a soft giggle. “Gwen. Pretty.” He observed, ignoring her hand entirely, staring intensely into Gwen’s eyes instead.  “Oh! Thank you. What’s your name, sir?” Gwen quickly asked, surprised by his compliment and flushing a light pink. “Oak.” He said simply, and she nodded. He didn’t need to say more than that. “A handsome name, for a handsome man.” She grabbed a few fruits that she needed herself, putting them in the basket she’d grabbed from by the door. Oak was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a basket as well, following her example.

“So, tell me what you think you need, and I’ll help.”

It turned out Oak had been sent to get a few things by the pirate crew he was living with, with them attempting to help him with learning as he struggled quite a lot. Gwen allowed him to try to find each item, directing him to the general section if he needed, then the right shelf, and then would identify the item if he truly couldn’t work it out. She told him about the items as they grabbed them, explaining the things that she needed for herself as well, a little extra lesson for free.

Once they were both done, and had paid, she allowed Oak to lead her to the ship he hailed from to meet the crew he regarded as his family. His paternal figure? None other than Red Haired Shanks. What the fuck. 

Surprisingly, he was lovely. He and the rest of the crew welcomed in Gwen with open arms, glad their newest member had made a friend. They were excited to the point of throwing a small party, and Gwen spent the evening drinking with them. A bonus of her enhanced healing was that she physically couldn’t become drunk, unless wearing seastone, so she could drink the night away without any concerns over her behaviour, blacking out or forgetting anything.

In fact, Gwen was sure she’d never forget that night, since it was the night she was welcomed into her life partner’s family, long before she knew that was what they’d be.

The Red Hair Pirates remained docked on that island for a week or so after that initial meeting, Gwen was sure it was because of her budding relationship with Oak. That was exactly what it was really. She’d started talking to him out of her desire to help people, to guide those who need a gentle hand, but he was so affectionate, and kind to her. She wasn’t used to it, and frankly it left her with deep seated feelings for him that she hadn’t expected.

Shanks, apparently, had expected.

On the final day the pirates were due to be docked, Gwen had once again found herself in Oak’s company. She was drawn to him, he made her feel safe like she never had before. They wandered down the main street, shoulder to shoulder, talking about anything we could think of, and everything that crossed their minds. Shanks had told them the crew was going to the only restaurant in town for their final night there, and so the two were just wasting time until then.

When they arrived and the crew was nowhere to be found, Gwen had some suspicions, and then the hostess confirmed them by revealing that the reservation was for just two people. That man. He was a pest, but Gwen wasn’t opposed to his meddling, in fact she quite appreciated. She was hesitant to engage in a relationship with Oak, after all he was still adjusting to being a person again, but if Shanks thought he was ready, she felt significantly less guilty.

Oak didn’t seem to understand what was happening, but enjoyed the night all the same. They ate and talked about small and big things - they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. They got dessert too, all on Shanks’ dime, and then decided to go for a sunset walk together along the beach, basking in their final evening together.

“You know, I’ve always felt like I’d be alone. That I’d never make any.. Meaningful connections in my life.” Gwen confessed softly, toes digging into the still warm sand as they walked side by side, the waves lapping against the grains, an added atmosphere to their time. “You have me.” Oak replied, and Gwen knew what he meant. She definitely had a meaningful connection with him. “I do. Until tomorrow, when you leave.” “No. You always have me.” Oak retorted, stopping suddenly, which Gwen only processed once she was a few paces away from him. “Oak, you’re leaving tomorrow morning. I live here. I have a home, and patients.” “Then let me stay.” “What?”

“I.. I was lost for so long. So confused. I don’t feel like that with you. I love Shanks, he gave me my life back, but.. The wolf likes you. The wolf.. Wants you, wants to keep you, have you close so we can keep you safe.” As much as being a zoan affected Gwen and Oak so differently, she understood what he meant in his bones - to find someone that both you and your inner animal approved of, well it was tricky. She also imagined that his instincts were far closer to the surface given all that he’d been through. “I understand. But you love Shanks, he’s practically your dad. You’ve only known me for a week.” There was no world in which someone could want Gwen so badly, and she couldn’t bare the thought of believing that he could want her, only for him to change his mind and be stuck here because of her. “Everyone else abandoned us. I don’t want to abandon you.”

There was a beat of silence in which Gwen’s heart shattered and then rebuilt itself instantaneously. He saw her, saw what she’d been through, and he didn’t want to do that to her again. She didn’t want to do it to Oak either.

“Okay.” She agreed softly. “Okay?” He asked, surprised she’d agreed when it seemed like she’d been against it just moments before. “Yeah. Stay.” It was only natural that a moment later his lips were on hers, his arms around her lifting her up into the air to keep her close. Gwen yelped against his lips, wrapping her arms and legs around him to keep herself stable, then lost herself in his warmth, in their feelings for each other.

She could be happy here, like this, with him.

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[inquisimer]

i carried my own ashes to the mountains

for day 1 of @zevraholics' Zevwarden week 2023, tradition and trying new things - some pre-ship Nika and Zevran, a discussion of what will come of her return to Orzammar.

pairing: f!Brosca & Zevran word count: 1200 rating: general audiences tags: hurt/comfort, platonic relationships, fluff, a hint of pining if you squint

Nika stared at her reflection, warped and hazy in the frozen puddle outside their camp. A few hundred yards back through the trees their tents formed a half-circle around the fire. Beyond that loomed the peaks of the Frostback Mountains and within them, the gates to Orzammar.

Orzammar. Nearly three years gone since she’d left and going back now felt as intimidating as leaving with Duncan had then. Her fingertips traced over the faded brand on her cheek, newly bisected by a long, fresh scar. One of three—souvenirs from their battle with the dragon in Haven. Between that, and the weight on her shoulders, and the harsh cynicism regret had etched into her, she wondered if anyone in Orzammar would recognize the rebellious little casteless who dared defy their laws.

Part of her hoped they wouldn’t. Then she wouldn’t be alone in seeing a stranger in her face.

“Reminiscing, chapparita?”

A twig snapped under Zevran’s weight and Nika’s hand fell from her cheek as she glanced at him over her shoulder. She shrugged.

“Something like that, I suppose.”

Zevran hummed his doubt. Of all her companions, he would know. When they stumbled across his ill-conceived trap, she was still fresh-faced and sun-blind, lost without the cavernous Stone to ground her. She'd nearly shanked him in her anger. But his eyes shone with the wild desperation of someone who had absolutely nothing left to lose—he would have welcomed her blade, and it was a look so familiar that to see it in another shocked the rage right out of her.

He repaid her mercy with a curious devotion, sitting up with her through the coldest, darkest watches and fording paths when their inane quests took them through wilderness where even the smallest plants stood well above Nika's head. Bit by bit, he came to know her history, wheedling it out of her as none of the others had even tried to.

Things weren’t so different between the Carta and the Crows. Antiva's operation was larger and more storied, of course, but both were ruthless and cutthroat to a fault and you were only worth as much as the success of your last job. Nika didn't know many assassins, but she knew how they worked, and nothing builds trust like a mutually assured dagger in the back.

Zevran leaned against a tree and regarded her with a knowing look.

"You are apprehensive about returning to Orzammar."

"Am not."

He huffed, an aborted laugh that fogged the air around his mouth. "Dear Warden, there are at least seven paths that could have gotten us here sooner. And don't tell me you don't know of them," he added, for she'd opened her mouth to do exactly that. "I showed you how to read the map myself."

She rolled her eyes. "And?"

"And I think you should know that you do not need to run off into the woods with your woes." Zevran squatted at her side and tilted her face toward him with a knuckle on her chin. "You do not need to hide from me, chapparita. Not after everything."

"I know it's just..." Nika pursed her lips. "It's stupid. I just need a few moments to get it together."

"If it causes you distress, it cannot possibly be stupid."

"Yes it can," Nika grumped. "I get distressed by stupid things all the time. Rain and wagons. Broken lockpicks. Alistair."

"While amusing, this deflection won't save you." Zevran caught one of her hands and traced the calloused lines of her palm. "What troubles you so about returning home?"

"Home?" Nika scoffed. "Hardly a home. A place of origin, perhaps. But there was too much anger and never enough food to really call it a home."

"But you have family there, yes? Your sister and the young man...Lester?"

Nika's gut twisted. "Leske. And Rica, yes, they're still there. Or at least, I think they are. Some of the rumors coming up from Orzammar make me think there may well be nothing but carnage when we get there."

"Is that what troubles you, then?"

"Mmm not really. The city can tear itself to shreds for all I care, 'slong as Rica and Leske got out."

"Not worried about the city, not really worried about your family." Zevran tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Your reception upon return, then?"

Nika scrunched up her face. She really was quite transparent these days—if Behraht had been able to read her that well, she'd've never been allowed in the Carta, no matter how well Rica cleaned up. She glanced down at her griffon-stamped chestplate and sighed.

"I'm not the same person who left Dust Town," she finally said. "You know—you were there for most of the changing, the struggling, the growing."

"Not too much growing," Zevran teased, waving his hand over her head. She swatted at it and stuck her tongue out at him.

"The thing is, the time and the experience and even being a Warden—it won't matter to the people down there. You can't change your lot in life in Orzammar, so..."

She brought her fingers back to her marked cheek and Zevran’s gaze followed. "Once a brand, always a brand," she said bitterly. "I'm not even sure they'll listen to the treaties, not if I'm the one asking."

In the silence that followed, Nika stewed. She could feel Zevran considering her, but she didn’t want his comfort or his pity. Not when she had to walk back on the way the surface had changed her perspective. Not when she needed to be as cold and cruel as she’d ever been, to survive a return to Orzammar.

Gentle fingers caught her chin once more and this time the pad of Zevran’s thumb ghosted over the raised skin of her brand.

“They know you by this, as you were. But that is not who you are any longer so: have you considered…changing it?”

“How can I? It’s as much a part of me as my nose.”

“You misunderstand. I am not suggesting you attempt to remove it, anymore than I would suggest expunging your history before the Wardens.” Zevran dropped his hand to her shoulder and gently squeezed. “But the rest of you has changed on this venture. Should your face not change as well?”

Nika went very still. Her eyes darted back to the frozen puddle and the stranger reflected there. She imagined dark ink spiraling out around the blocky lines of the brand, weaving in and around the scar tissue, softening the hard border of the burden she’d worn like a prize all her life, just as this journey had softened all of her sharp edges.

In her heart, the idea slotted into place, so right that it immediately drew her out of her anxious melancholy. With eager eyes, she grabbed Zevran by the wrists.

“Can we do it now? Right now?”

A soft, warm smile crinkled the corners of Zevran’s eyes, a hint of wistfulness keeping it from catching at his mouth proper. But it swiftly gave way to his usual grin and he lifted her small frame effortlessly, swinging her onto his back.

“Of course, chapparita. We can begin whenever you like.”

[allbluedepths]

This was originally part of the ship bingo post, but it spiraled out of control and became a very large pile of thoughts. So instead, the Wings of the Emperor AU is getting its own ship dynamics post for Shanks, Mihawk, and Benn because it's sorta its own thing, and I'm having a hell of a time trying to figure out how to even tag for it because none of their relationships fit in neat boxes very well.

(Wings of the Emperor AU is my early Red Hair Pirates era AU where Mihawk chooses to not become a Warlord and ends up not joining, but semi-sailing with the Red Hair Pirates. It mostly focuses on Mihawk's early dueling years with Shanks, his interactions with the Red Hair Pirates, and eventually getting swept up into their sailing shenanigans. TL;DR: I had the thought of "who would Mihawk be if forced to answer the question of 'who am I beyond just being a swordsman'" and it all spiraled from there.

For the record, some of the earlier posts aren’t 100% accurate anymore — big one being that I traded the “Mihawk was almost Shanks’ first mate” bit for something else — but this is an indulgent ship post, not me correcting my own lore post LOL.)

So, here’s a pile of thoughts to get my brain in gear to actually write more of the fic itself, haha. : )

This AU is… complicated? I'd say it's endgame Mihawk/Shanks/Benn triad in a very non-traditional relationships way. For example, by the time Mihawk semi-joins them and turns down the Warlord position, even Shanks and Mihawk don't have a concrete romantic relationship, and theirs is still the closest to that, haha. I guess it's best classified as:

Shanks and Mihawk: close relationship bordering on romantic; there's mutual interest, but their definitions of romantic also don't match "standard" definitions of romance, so it doesn't always read as that to others. Rivals/partners with a romantic flair?? Since Mihawk turning down the Warlord position and choosing to join them comes with a good chunk of other upheaval, there's a conscious decision to not really label anything, but they're on the same page of being mutually interested.

Shanks and Benn: hellooooo complex intertwined captain-first mate relationships. The fun duality of being both incredibly simple and incredibly complex. I'm team "many working captain-first mate relationships basically become life partnerships", and they're probably the prime example of that. Inconveniently for tagging purposes, it's smack dab in the middle of "&" and "/" relationships for AO3, so… eh, the vibes are vague. The details past the fact that they're basically each other's most trusted person stop mattering at a certain point.

Benn and Mihawk: Complicated, haha. By far the side of the triad with the most development to be had; right now, it's more like they're separate sides of a V polycule, rather than a triad, but the foundation's there. An odd, unexpected friendship turned an even more unexpected camaraderie as the years go by and Mihawk's around more and more. Absolutely no one outside of them (and occasionally Shanks) can really parse out what's going on here. Again, just over the line of what I'd tag as "&", and develops veeeeeery slowly over the years in its own undefined way.

…That ended up as a whole ass wall of words, haha. Shorter summary if you're looking for general relationship shifts:

Mihawk sails with the Red Hair Pirates (~6 years after the RHP start): only Shanks/Mihawk are semi/almost-romantic

Sailing time until Dawn Island: Shanks/Mihawk slowly get their shit together; Shanks/Benn inch toward maybe another realization or two, Benn/Mihawk "two introvert cats" bond starts really kicking in

Post-Dawn Island: Shanks/Benn get their shit together (thank you, realizations about mortality)

The decade-ish between Dawn Island and current canon: It's a polycule between an Emperor, an Emperor's first mate, and the World's Greatest Swordsman. Who cares if it makes sense to anyone else; it works for them, lol.

If you read this far, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed an unexpectedly long analysis drop for an AU I haven't posted for in a while and mostly exists in my brain right now, haha!

[traffydren]

!!!REQUESTS OPEN!!!

A little bit about me! Hi I'm Ren! but you can call me Renny! I'm 21 years, a fanfic writer! my other writing blog is @gennemi my pronouns are they/them! I have ADHD and mild Autism and I'm a big simp for Law and Ace from One Piece! I'm very nice! so don't be scared to DM me or send in asks!

Rules For Requesting!

What i write- Smut, Fluff, Angst and Silly stuff, gn, nonbinary and fem reader!

What i will not write as far as NSFW Goes!:

-Any nasty kinks (Scat, Throw up, Piss etc.)

-Incest

-Rape/Non Con

-I will let you know if I feel uncomfortable with writing said request!

Characters I will write for!:

-Trafalgar D. Water Law

-Portgas D. Ace

-Roronoa Zoro (Both Anime and LA)

-Eustass "Captain" Kidd(I'll try my best)

-Dracule Mihawk (Both Anime and LA)

-Red-Haired Shanks (Both Anime and LA)

-Sanji Vinsmoke (Both Anime and LA)

-Monkey D. Luffy (Both Anime and LA)

-Buggy the Clown (Both Anime and LA)

I will update as I go! Just these guys for now!

You must be 18+ to request NSFW you can request as anon! But you must be 18+! Minors DNI! I will put warnings on my works ESPECIALLY SMUT!

Please be patient when it comes to asks, as it will take me a while to fulfill said asks! and when I get to a certain amount of asks in my ask box, lets say about 6 or 7? I will close my ask box temporarily until the number goes down to at least 2! Thank You! And please try to have some detail in your request! Including if you want the reader to be gn, nonbinary or Fem! And I will be tagging my stuff with either #renwrites #renrants #rentalks #renposts either one of those! And I will make a masterlist when I can! So have fun Ask away!

[eustasskidagenda]

☆guidelines for requests 

So, first thing first, before sending a request, please check if my requests are open or not. The current status will always be on my header description. 

☆generals:

When requesting,please, show some kindness, I'm not a bot, a "hello" and "thank you" are always nice.

My current job is, actually, being a writer as a living. So I might not be able to immediately complete your requests, I'm doing this on my free time and sometimes I’m not in the mood to "work" (write) again.

I do not guarantee to write the requests you're sending to me, it will depends on my inspiration.

English is not my first language. Forgive me for the weird sentences you may cross on my writings here. 

I'll gladly accept both sfw and n/sfw requests. But, N/SFW requests must be off anon and are not allowed for the minor/ageless blog. However, I understand if you want to keep your privacy. If you want your nsfw request to be anon, please, just precise you want to stay anon on your request and I won't show your name when I post. ♡ ⇢ I absolutely love writing : hurt and comfort, fluff and funny, smut&kinks. Minors, please DNI with my +18 content or I’ll have to block you.

Fandom : I only do One Piece prompts for now. Consider I'm always caught up in the manga and in the anime. So don't be afraid to spoil me when you request. If the request contains a huge spoiler, then, I'll use this specific tag : #op spoilers. Block it, if you don't want to see that content.  Reader : gender neutral, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, female reader, male reader, transgender reader, non-binary reader. MM, FF and MF pairings are all fine for me. However, I won’t write for male reader with female character. And I only write character x character for the ship I personally enjoy. ⇢ By default, I'll use a gender neutral reader for requests. If you want a specific reader, please, precise the gender! ⇢ Regarding the apparence, I want to keep the reader as neutral as possible. But I can do some exceptions, if it's still vague enough to include a large groupe of people. For exemple : chubby reader, black reader etc. I do not accept requests based on an OC, except for a giveaway or as a winner prize. Age : only 18+ characters Type of post :  one shot (over 1,000 words), drabbles (under 500 words), headcanons (multiples characters, bucket list) ⇢ One Shot : 1 character per request. Please, give me some details and ideas of things you want to read in the OS. And if you request for a smut os, I need to know what kind of smut you're looking for, kinks included ⇢ Drabbles : 3 characters per request, or less. again, please, give me some details or precisions, I need to understand clearly what you're looking for. ⇢ Headcanons : 5 characters per request, or less. ⇢ Group headcanons : how the characters would react in a situation. a small paragraph per type of reaction, with the list of all the suitable characters

☆characters I'll write for:

⇢ my fav characters are in bold

⇢ i do not write smut or romantic prompt with Minks or non-human like character.

Bartolomeo, Buggy, Cavendish, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Kaku, Katakuri, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Paulie, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him) 

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo (it doesn’t necessarily means that I dislike those characters, just that I’m not comfortable writing for them. No offense if your favorite one is listed here)

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just send your request and I'll let you know.

☆I don't accept requests with:

dub con ; rape, even as a consensual play ; stepcest/incest kink ; cheating ; abuse ; pregnancy ; somnophilia, even consensual ; daddy/mommy/and any kind of family kink ; water sport, scat; hateful and religious topic ; self-harm, suicidal intentions.  ⇢ Please, take care of you and your mental health if you struggle with that kind of thoughts, everything will be alright, but I know it can be hard sometimes. You're enough and you're loved. ♡ ⇢ Dysphoria (I don't know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you're facing dysphoria)

☆some kinks idea i can write for:

⇢ if you're unsure about a kink, feel free to ask ⇢ some of my fav are in bold 69, anal sex, aphrodisiac, begging, biting, blindfolds, body worship, bondage, breeding kink, choking, clothed sex, cockwarming, creampie, creative use of Devil Fruit, cum play, dacryphilia (nothing with dubious consent), deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, discipline, dom/sub dynamic, double penetration, dry humping, face sitting, face fucking, fingering, femdom, food play, gagging, gloves, group sex, hair pulling, handjob, hickeys, lingerie, loss of virginity, massage, mirror sex, nipple play, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, panty stuffing (mouth), pegging, praises, public sex, rimming, roleplay, rough sex, sensory depravation, size kink, soft sex, spanking, squirting, striptease, teasing, temperature play, thigh fucking, thigh riding, toys, vaginal sex, wax play

[rose-of-oz]

you mentioned two more opla ocs on the discord, now im putting u on the spot! i wanna hear about em!! or whatever details/ideas you have currently ✨🩵 — @xoteajays

Ahhh, thank you so much for asking about my newest pirate show babies, TJ!! I definitely don’t mind being put on the spot if it’s for them <3. And I’m also gonna tag the One Piece gang @auxiliarydetective, @oneirataxia-girl, @starcrossedjedis, @supermarine-silvally, and @endless-oc-creations!!

Now, first we have Morvant Bellatrix! She’s a former assassin, basically born and raised to kill (she was orphaned as a baby and the people who took her in were Not Great), and while she was doing this work she was one of the most feared people in the East Blue. This was mostly because of her incredible fighting skills and talent with almost every weapon you could think of, but it was also because she’d eaten a Devil Fruit as a child (the exact name of which is still pending) that granted her the ability to inflict pain on someone just by singing a specific song. Think a very twisted version of Rapunzel’s healing song from Tangled, that’s basically what she can do. Eventually, though, she got tired of killing all the time and decided to do the only thing she could think of to get out of it: she went back and killed the couple who had raised her (turns out they’d trained her a little too well) and eventually went on to become the captain of the Fatale Pirates, an all-female crew of fearsome pirates who sail on the ship Belladonna.

Bellatrix first meets the Straw Hats at Baratie, where her crew just happens to stop for some food at the same time they do, and takes an instant liking to all of them (even if she does persist in calling Zoro Green Bean after he sasses her). She makes a silent promise to protect them, and after their whole fight with Arlong and the other fishmen when Luffy finally gets a bounty placed on him, she does her best to use her terrifying reputation (which even if she isn’t an assassin anymore she still has due to her Devil Fruit power and penchant for ruthlessness in battles with other pirates) to keep bounty hunters and other, crueler pirates off the Straw Hats’ tails. It doesn’t always work, because you can’t ever fully control pirates, but she does her best because damn it, those are her children (that she’s adopted only in her head after exactly five minutes of knowing them).

She’s also a Mihawk ship! The two of them have known each other since Bellatrix’s assassin days, and Mihawk has even been asked by Garp to “neutralize” Bellatrix a time or two (which he’s never done and would never even try to do, because he both respects her too much and is just a tiny bit afraid of her). The two of them have never really officially gotten together or even put a label on their relationship, but they’ve spent a lot of nights together and you don’t have to know very much about either Mihawk or Bellatrix to know that they both have a weakness for the other. (Although if anyone ever tries to hurt Bellatrix in an attempt to get to Mihawk, they will find out just how dangerous she can be on her own.)

And then we have Yami Corvo, my Shanks ship! Like Bellatrix, they also have assassin experience, but they’re currently participating in the art of killing, and one of the most feared killers in all four Blues. They’re also a Devil Fruit eater, and their power includes being able to manipulate their own blood and be able to solidify it into weapons (I’m pretty sure you mentioned you’ve seen Gen V, TJ, so just basically imagine Marie’s powers). Unlike Bellatrix, they were raised as an assassin or fed their Devil Fruit, they ate theirs by accident, but the powers it gave them made them such an outcast and lead even their own parents to believe they were a monster, so eventually they just decided that they might as well give in to what they saw as their “true nature” at that point, running away from their small village and seeking out various other assassins to teach them how to kill, and honing their powers so that it would be even easier for them.

And unlike a lot of other assassins, who might refuse to kill older people or poor people, Corvo has no such moral code; if you can pay the price they charge, they’ll go after anyone you want them too. Killing isn’t even really something they enjoy, but again, they see it as just being what they’re supposed to be, what those around them when they were a child always told them they were: a rabid dog, a monster to be unleashed. At some point, they just stop caring, growing completely numb and almost wishing that one of their targets would fight back and kill them so they could stop… which is probably why they accept money from an angry former pirate captain whose ship was destroyed by Mihawk to kill the dangerous War Lord.

They completely fail, of course, because there’s almost no one who can beat Mihawk in a fight no matter what kind of cool powers you have - but Mihawk, seeing an opportunity to have someone incredibly dangerous and powerful on his side, spares Corvo’s life and offers to bring them along with him on his travels. Originally Corvo is furious that Mihawk didn’t just kill them, but despite how awfully they think of themself they’re still absolutely desperate for companionship and anything at all like a friend, so they accept his offer and the two of them set off together, carrying out Mihawk’s little escapades and occasionally doing the bidding of the Marines - which is how Corvo finally meets Shanks, when Mihawk shows up to show him Luffy’s new wanted poster.

Honestly, they and Shanks are such an amazing and sweet couple; Shanks becomes interested in Corvo roughly five seconds after meeting them, and after realizing how terrible their self-esteem is and how much of a monster they think they are makes it his mission to get to know them and help them see that they really aren’t as bad as they believe themself to be. It takes them a good while to actually get together, because Corvo has to find who they actually are outside of killing and their Devil Fruit power and realize that they aren’t going to wind up killing anyone they dare to care about (and because Mihawk has actually become kind of a protective bestie over them and gives Shank several very intense shovel talks), but they’re amazing once they actually do get together and Luffy pretty much immediately sees Corvo as a stepparent when he and Shanks finally see each other again.

Anyways, thanks again for asking about my new babies!! Hope you’re doing well, love. <3 <3

[sunflowersred]

are you a proshipper? (no hate meant! just genuinely curious..as the age gap stuff with luffy and shanks)

I ship LuShanksLu. I don’t really care about any other ships besides LuShanksLu. and I do whatever I want. I don’t care what other people do also.

I think to some people (possibly even you dear anon) that would qualify me is a proshipper. If that’s what you, or what they, think about me, then that’s fine—I care less about what others think about me and more about how I make others feel. I am very conscious about tagging for triggers and squicks, but I also genuinely and enthusiastically encourage other creators to do whatever they want, whether it inspires or appeals to me or squicks or triggers me. encouraging artists to make art and love the art they make and share their art with others puts meaning into my life!

Now, while I care about how I make others feel, if someone ignores the courtesy I extend when I include tags and warnings on my work, and decides I’m evil no matter what just because of what I make, period—then all I really have to say to that person is “piss off” :) I don’t compromise my art for others—I don’t think any artist should do that! Policing both myself and others on self-expression is soul-sucking and I am too old and life is too short and I care about personal fulfillment too much to get trapped in a life where I’m doing that to others, or to allow others to dictate what I can and can’t create. Or both.

Aside from that, I’ve written works that certainly contain what people (who are concerned about the conversations around proship/antis) would qualify me for the label “proship.” the most available example is the latest fic I’ve posted, “heart shaped bed” (you can check it out here). The reason I wrote “heart shaped bed” as I mention in the A/N was to explore ideas laid out in Lolita and Ovid’s telling of the myth of Myrrha, and take them in my own direction, but beyond that I wrote this fic the way I did specifically to challenge the reader’s definition of consent and concepts of love, and to explore the way people sometimes will twist their view of their reality to keep themselves a good person in the story of their lives, and relieve anxiety and shame—in a way that I find viable with this ship more than any other I’ve ever been compelled to write about. I had a vision in my head—I think any artist can relate to that—and so I put it to paper. Yes, that vision contains taboos; so do the works that inspired me. I wrote it, not because I condone the dead dove in the fic, but because I had to the way any artist is driven to make their art, and shared it to start a conversation with people who have had the same thoughts and visions, too.

maybe that makes me proship, depending on one’s definition, but idk. I think it just makes me pro-fiction—and pro-fandom as community. I hope this explains it, anon, whether this is bait or not—but even if it is, I wanted to answer generously, genuinely, and with nuance…as I think a lot of discussion around this topic lacks all that. You know?