#shanks x oc

[alexa-fika]

Could i please request a fem!child!reader who's picked up swearing with the whitebeard pirates?

Reader sorta knows what it means but also doesn't,

Also flips people off mid convo, (doesn't know what means but thinks it's funny.)

And when she gets angry/annoyed she is kinda a savage, like I can imagine reader with ace (and any other characters) then a group of pirates starts threatening them but reader is just going ham with the insults.

Puppy Escapes ( Shanks x gn!reader x Whitebeard pirates)

Part 1 ( Can also be read as a stand alone)

A/N I am combining these two requests, I kinda change some buts since I would be crushed if Dokucha actually rejected their families love so they came back with something else knstead! Iy’all seemef to like the first one so hopefully you like this one to, I think I COOKED just like Shanks is gonna be COOKED 😂

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drink the sky and @/firefly-graphics

Shanks stared owlishly at the child before them, having just found them in one of the many crow-nests that composed the Red force.

"Boss, what is it?" he heard Lucky call from the ship's Deck.

"My doom," he replied morbidly, fully jumping into the crow's nest and kneeling down next to the child who had the courtesy of at least looking remorseful.

"Dokuchaaaa," he called, stretching the last syllables of their name as they noticed them trying to avoid his stare.

The child, who by now had turned into a flustered mess, both at the fact that they had been busted and that they had gotten busted by the man with whom they were infatuated.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see Mister Shanks again," they mutter.

Shanks lets out a huff but cannot help to give the child a slight grin.

"Your brothers banned you from seeing me again?" he asked, letting out a small laugh as they nodded sadly.

"You know they really won't be happy with this."

"I don't care! Big brothers were being meanies! I just wanted to see Mister Shanks, but they won't let me! I hate them!" they exclaimed

"Come on, Dokucha, I know you don't mean that, do ya?"

"No... I don't," they sniffled.

"It's okay, I know you love your brothers; they love you too. They just worry for you."

"I love them b-but I also love Mister Shanks," they called as they burst into tears and ran towards the man.

"There, There, it's alright," he whispered as he patted the child's back, calming them down as he made his way down the crow's nest, the child held tightly in his hands.

"Come on now, why are you crying?"

"B-Because I said that I hated my brothers! I didn't mean it! I love them so much!" They sobbed

Shanks let a small snicker at their troubles as he continued to rub their back.

"They're gonna be mad at Mister Shanks now, and I won't be able to see you!"

"Already breaking hearts, boss?" Yassop merrily called, letting another belly laugh as his Captain just rolled his eyes at his statement

"Listen, Dokucha, don't worry about that. We will get something figured out, but for now, how about you enjoy your time here? What do you say? Want to be my assistant today?"

They rubbed their eyes furiously at their statement, trying to erase the remains of their previous outbursts, a few rogue sniffles still escaping them, much to their chagrin.

"I get to be Mister Shanks's Assistant?"

"Think you're up for it?" he questioned, lowering them to the floor and continuing to hold their hand.

"Yes, I'm up for anything that Mister Shanks asks of me!" They happily agreed

"Hear that, Beck? I got me an assistant, and they actually appreciate me."

Said man, rolled his eyes as he shook the ashes from the tip of his cigarette, bringing it back to his lips and glancing at the pair

"Better escape while you can; that one right there is a hassle. Too high-maintenance"

"Hah?!"

"Yes, But he's a handsome hassle!" Dokucha piped back with a grin as they hugged his much larger hand against their cheek.

"O-Oi, are you insulting me or complimenting me here?!" Shanks cried

-

"Now you've done it, Akagami!" Ace growls, jumping into the Red Force, followed promptly by Thatch once it had pulled closer to the Moby Dick

"I don't care if you're my brother's savior; you're not getting away with stealing my baby sibling!"

"Now, Now it was just a misunderstanding," He calls a laidback smile on his face as the young men stomp his way.

"Like hell it was!" Ace hollers, reeling a fire-filled fist.

"Brother Portgas D Ace!" Dokucha calls, halting the man on his step

"Oh, Looks like you're in trouble now," Shanks calls, covering his snickers with his hand as the child marched to the nervous fire user.

"Don't you dare hurt Mister Shanks!"

"Why not Dokucha?! This creep stole you from us," Thatch cried.

"Because you'll damage his pretty face!"

"That's the only reason?!" Shanks exclaimed mortified

"Of course not, Mister Shanks! it's because I love Mister Shanks!" They exclaimed, running his way and attaching themselves to his leg, much to the horror of the two commanders

"I'm not sure if that makes it better," he huffs out.

"Dokucha..." Thatch cries, falling on his knees as tears begin to fall down his face comically

"I think this time my heart is really broken," he sobs.

"Hey, Dokucha, I will see you later, okay? It's time to go back now," he murmurs as he kneels beside the kid.

" B-But I don't want to leave Mister Shanks," They cried, their tiny hands clenching into fists as small tears began to pool at the edge of their eyes.

"I will see you again, okay? I think your brothers really need you now."

"They need me?" they questioned, glancing at the irate Ace and a still knelt Thatch.

"Of course, they need someone to keep them in line, think you can do that? It's your next task as my assistant."

"Leave it to me, Mister Shanks!" they exclaimed, wiping off their tears as a determined look appeared on their face.

"Atta Kid," He cheered, rubbing their head.

"I will see you soon, okay?"

"Like We will let that fucking happen" Thach growls pulling out his swords

"Alright, enough of this," A voice cuts in

"Akagami, please return our sibling to us, Ace; Thatch, we're done here," Marco orders as he lands on the ship's bow, causing the Red Force to sink slightly, bouncing back to the waves as it tried to withstand the sudden arrival.

"Ah, Marco, it's not too late, you know; how about you join me and bring your sibling with you."

"Screw off, Red-haired," he answered scowling as the Captain just sent a grin his way, giving his last goodbyes to the small kid as they ran to the Chef, who hugged them tightly, rubbing their cheeks together ask he continued repeating how much they missed them as he made his way back to their galleon.

-

"You are grounded."

"But Papaw!" they whine, looking up at the old giant.

"Not buts. You are grounded for a week, and that is final. For the following week, you will be accompanied by either me or one of your brothers at all times."

"But that's so fucking unfair!"

"..."

"..."

"MY BABY, they tainted you!!" Thatch cried, shaking the child with tears cascading down his face

"Brother Thatch?" they question, confused, their mind becoming dizzy at the motion.

"Stop it, you idiot," Marco called, hitting the back of Thatc's head, causing the latter to release Dokucha only to turn to him with a scowl.

"Damn you, Marco! Let me lament myself; they have tarnished their pure heart," he cried, throwing himself on the ground once again.

"...I'm going to kill him. I am going to roast him alive and give the fishes a barbecued meal of a lifetime," Ace growled.

"What the hell is going on?" Dokucha cried.

"Dokucha, stop," Marco called a stern tone in his voice.

"You brat, where did you learn those words from? Was it from Akagami's crew?"

"Ah? I heard Mister Shanks say those words-

"Ace. Let's prepare for that barbecue. I will have them fillet for this," The Chef murmured, a dark aura surrounding him.

"But since Big Brothers say them a lot, I thought it was okay..."

"..."

"Dokucha, who exactly did you hear say those words?" Whitebeard asked, a glare in his eye as he questioned them

"Big brother Thatch and Big brother Ace!" they cheered.

"..."

"Dokucha. Will you go find Vista for now? Do not leave his side; you are still grounded, Marco called, watching as they stomped off with a pout on their face.

"Assholes," They mutter.

"Keep it up. You just earned another week of being grounded," Marco called.

"But Brother Marco, I don't know what words I can't say!"

"We will continue this discussion later. For now, if you don't know what it means, then you don't say it understood."

"Okay.." they mutter, walking away to find the swordsman.

"Marco, make sure you have the clinic ready," Whitebeard called as he glared down the two wide-eyed and sweating commanders.

"Will do pops."

"Ah-wait..wait a second Pops-

That day screaming and pleas for mercy from the two commanders reverberated across the sea, reaching the ears of the Red Force vessel as they departed from the Moby Dick's location.

"Hmm, looks like that old man found out who was responsible for the child's colorful language," hums Shanks as he leans back on the chair he laid on, downing a cup of sake as he did.

Here we go! Guess Shanks is not the only one getting Cooked! Good thing they have a express healer on watch! Thatch and Ace will definitely need them!

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Shanks x Chloris commission for @shanksflower ❤️💚

[ay0nha]

LIFE IS BUT A DREAM | SHANKS (OPLA)

SUMMARY: You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Shanks chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were young. 

PAIRING: OPLA!Shanks x f!reader (Gold D. Roger's daughter)

WORDS COUNT: 3K~

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, enemies to lovers, jail, talk of death and things related, morally grey reader, ANGST, RUSHED ending, flowery language, injuries, blood, murder, random ocs (aka fictional villains inserts), idk really what the plot is besides just straight angst lol, etc.

A/N: I got a couple of Shanks requests, so I combined them all as they were very similar. Thank you SO much to @wood-white-writer for inspiring my reader and helping me along, and @togenabi for entertaining my rambling! I'm begging you to go check out their fics because they are *divine*. Enjoy.

The waves that thrust against the coast lulled you into a meditative state. It made the time pass with uncertainty. Even the briny smell of the warm breeze cradled you in a way that pulled the weight from your shoulders. 

You never thought jail to be so idyllic. 

It was tempting to postpone your escape for a bit longer; there were only so many opportunities to stretch your spine and rest.  Yet, your left eye twitched, warning you your premonition was soon to be true. 

It was on the simpler side, a vision of dark shadows intentionally elusive. The bars that separated you from the world were bent, promising damage from the strength that wasn’t your own. You knew he was coming. It was sooner than you thought, but you learned long ago that your foresight would never be reliable.

It favored him over you. 

When you were younger, you thought you were crazy, seeing apparitions or former lives. However, as years passed, familiar faces began to fill your vision, showing truths you became excited to fulfill. But they became warped with opposing desires and reverberating fear wreathed with vindication. 

It made things sour and sore. It allowed trouble to seek you out just to be ill-prepared for your counter. It wasn’t bravery that energized you, nor was it skill.  Pure spite drove you to be the worst of all. 

“On your feet.”

The serenity you had slipped through your fingers like warm sand. The guard repeated his command, using force to pull at the chains connecting your limbs. You couldn’t help but smile at what he thought was a punishment. 

“Rumor has it, you’re hot shit.” The guard scoffed, voice echoing the dripping hallways.  The way he trailed your body exposed his lust.  “They’re not wrong by the looks of it…” 

The guard’s weak come-ons warbled in your ears like a white noise. You used the moment to fulfill a repeated daydream. That liminal space presented your strength as you pulled your chains around the guard’s neck until there was no longer resistance. 

The conversations were typically cyclical, feigned disinterest to disguise the anxiety your proximity created or those whose egos convinced they could charm you. You stopped paying attention to the rumors the more embellished they became. To some, you were a mercenary; to others, a frenzied psychopath.  

The only truth they held was how deliberately unrestrained you were willing to be. There was no rhyme or reason behind it; at least you were close to convincing yourself of that. Regardless, it had gotten you far, the only thing you’d even consider reliable. 

“You hear something?” The guard perked, pulling you harshly toward him. How brave of him to use me as a shield, you thought. Your attention returned when it sounded again, “Shit!— 

The bang was loud—time had bested you. 

You were lucky to recognize the canon’s whistle and use the commotion to regain an advantage. The current reality had yet to become your destiny. If you moved quickly enough, you wouldn’t have to catch your death in such a dilapidated place. 

Maneuvering your body unnaturally, you felt for the knife hidden on your thigh. The guard was panicking despite training not to split on whether to keep his eyes on you or the trouble you unknowingly caused. 

Using his momentary stupor, your chains wrapped tightly around his throat. It was better than any dream to feel the way the air caught in his body, never to be released. Any lingering struggle stopped when your knife found an artery. 

The blood sputtered, feeling warm against your hands. It was messy, but its carnality evoked an almost erotic sensation that was inimitable. Plenty felt power connected to the strength it took to take away something vital. It corrupted them and blinded them from the true potentiality of the action. 

It made life seem like nothing more than overflowing fragility. It was well-known time with the world and sea was limited, and eventually, everyone would end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. There was a purposeful lack of originality there solely due to fear of change. 

Yet, when one danced with death, you became the music.

You wiped your fingers across your neck, rubbing the tight knots that met at your shoulders. The fresh blood would stain your skin, but you craved a performance. You readied yourself for the approaching marine boots. The staging was almost too believable, but every second was convincing. 

“Fuck. Fuck—” The words tumbled from your quivering lip. You couldn’t think of anything else, repeating the curse. You smeared the blood on your shirt, a mindless move to rid yourself of taking someone’s life. “Help me, please. This man—I don’t—he came after me—the others are still back there, they’ll be here any moment—I didn’t know what to do—

“Still with the theatrics, eh?”

Your crocodile tears ceased to stream down your cheeks. The feigned, horrified expression turned into an unearthed fury. Shame on you for missing the stray red hairs at the nape of the guard’s neck. 

“Shanks.” You greeted dryly. “You’re early.” 

It was hard for Shanks to meet your eye. He was far from intimidated, but the wild look in your eyes made him hesitate. The years had been kind to you as if you traded your soul for youth. But it was a foolish thought that the devil would be so naive to make a deal with you. 

“Was that necessary?” Shanks nodded to the man behind you. 

“And I thought the canons were a bit excessive.” You tutted as if your opposing opinions were trivial. “And yet here we are…”

“Love—

You hadn’t believed in love, and you were ready to carry that grudge—until him. It wasn’t proper love, proving your skepticism in the emotion correctly. But it was the closest you’ve ever been, could ever be. 

You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Shanks chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were young. 

“Let’s get this on with,” You stopped him, moving swiftly to feel the body below you for anything valuable. “Tumole gave me up, then? That’s how you found me? Bastard.”

You smiled at the image: Shanks holding the poor man upside down, kindness still in his threats to find you. Violence was never necessary with Tumole, always one to ramble away anyone’s secret for safety. However, it was as though you subconsciously left a clue, but you knew the crumbs Shanks found weren’t worth it. 

“You really wasted your crew’s time on me...” You stood, pulling your neck until it popped. It had been a while since you had a one-on-one with Shanks, but you knew he’d always pull his punches. “Must really be desperate—

“I won’t fight you.” He tracked your posture. Your exterior was calm, but with every twitch calculated, you were nearing rabid. “It’s not worth it.”

“Tell me, then, what I’m worth to you, Shanks?” You taunted. It was obvious what he wanted to say: saving. His emotion was always his weakness. 

His pause was intentional, stalling of sorts to let the exchange sink in. Standing under Shanks ' gaze, your body had a new form of reprieve. A facade wasn’t necessary, but you weren’t willing to lose more of yourself to another. 

Your anger dissipated into a haze. It pulled a frown from Shanks as your breathing steadied only to slow. The harder you blinked, the more you forgot your argument. Even if you had held onto it, the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow it to exist. 

Shanks’ lips shaped your name, but all you could hear was a mild ringing, a buzz. His step forward elicited an instinct to step back. 

“Don’t—” You spat. Your left arm was like static, numb from the shoulder down, an ironic consequence of dismissing your opposite. “—fucking touch me.” 

Your vision was the last to go, allowing you to watch yourself crumble; your knees locked, and the palm of your hands broke your fall, exposing how blood pooled from your arm. When did that happen? It had nothing to do with pain tolerance or adrenaline; you were distracted by your vision, doing what you could to change its form. 

However, your effort was useless to make sense of it. You read it wrong; forgetting things such as foresight was rarely linear. As the world around you closed in, clouding your vision, you realized the open bars weren’t an entrance to your cell. Rather, it was the exit Shanks carried you through with success. 

You were never destined to win. 

—

The dream always teased you with muddled memories.  

They always started the same, a mirrored image of the room you grew up in. Only a few feet separated the sacks the headmistress would call your beds. Your fingertips felt the scratchy fabric of the cheap blankets. 

When the dreams first began, you believed they were real, that you’d never left the dormitory of the dingy children’s home. But the feeling of the monochrome bedding was always wrong, your dream never quite getting the textures correct.  So, there was no room for nostalgia. 

It was as if you were stuck in a loop, hand rhythmically gliding across the bedding in hopes of softening it.  It was neither tranquil nor eerie. Its structure was that of a fever dream, its kaleidoscope quality provoking you to interpret it.  

Its symbolization didn’t go past you, but it always felt uninvolved—superficial even. At the time, your child wonderment knew no difference between the life you had and the life you were meant to exist in. 

As any child did, you dreamed of silks and decadent food. Candies and luxuries. You dreamed of family and warmth. Hope drove those fantasies, but there was no point in clinging to hope when you found out you weren’t wanted. 

Gol D. Roger. Pirate King. The name circled every coastal town and seeped into every deep forest. His mirth was enviable, and his skill indomitable. You wanted to hold indifference toward him, but every bounty you saw enamored you. He made hope seem regainable. 

You looked down at your hand, seeing your hand change shape with each slow swipe across the bed. Your slender fingers became older, calloused. Experienced. Moving to see the palm, you saw the lifeline had ended and an elaborate red sleeve scratched at your—Gol D. Roger’s—wrist. 

You flinched as if you were burnt. You wanted to rid yourself of the attachment by any means. But it didn’t matter when your blood was intertwined. There was no escaping your lineage, your father. 

The longer you lingered with the feeling, your surroundings slowly morphed. A wind picked up but hadn’t raised chills across your arms—not yet. You wanted to stretch now that your hand became your own again. 

However, a sway lulled you into your environment. The ships were always different,  never ones you recognized. You’d like to praise your brain’s creativity, but you knew you’d step foot on every deck at some point in life. If you were smart, you would have noted each and every one. It was hard to when the horizon seemed so…

“The tide is strange…” You hummed. Although your voice vibrated in your chest, it felt delayed, like an echo of someone else. 

A hand trailed your spine with warmth. Goosebumps littered your body. You hadn’t thought to fight them, knowing the touch belonged to someone who put far too much faith in you. 

“Am I finally rubbing off on you?” Shanks matched your hum, creating more serenity than you could handle. It was purposeful to calm you and invite you in. 

“No, no…” You echoed again, shaking your head. Shanks continued with his charm, making promises that the sea and he could fulfill. However, your eyes didn’t leave the shore, the tide much more vast than you’ve ever seen. “...no, there’s—There’s something changing it.” You paused, nausea hitting you boldly. “...someone…maybe? Don’t you feel that?”

Another laugh, more hollow than the last. You had yet to face Shanks, only trusting his touch. It started to burn when you finally turned to him. He was physically present, but his eyes were vacant as if a copy of himself. 

“Love, just try and relax.” His smile was plastered, almost painfully. “Nothing's wrong anymore. Nothing will change—

You frowned. “Shanks—

“She won’t hurt us.” Shanks caught you in his hold. You finally understood the deception and recognized the wolf in sheep’s clothing. “She gave me her word.”  

—

You jolted awake.

The image wasn’t explicit, but it made you squirm; your back arched against the deck’s railing until your fingertips touched the waves below. You never sunk or floated, but you breathed in the water and felt it swallow you whole with a salty taste. 

Your chest was tight, careful not to suck in your breath too quickly. Despite still being bleary-eyed, you knew you weren’t alone. You knotted your fingers in the bed’s fabric to ground you. The room's scent reminded you to breathe before succumbing to your subconscious torture again. 

“You alright?” Shanks called from the deepest corner of the room. He was swift to strike a match to see your condition for himself. 

The candlelight illuminated the gauze that nurtured your stiff arm. Shanks reprimanded you slightly as you pushed yourself up. Shanks knew you well, understanding that you were already seeking an escape from whatever plagued you. The look in your eye told him you would run regardless of a purpose.  

“What did you see?” His voice remained calm, tone unwavering with vigilance. 

“I didn’t.” Your defiance was your only form of defense on his ship. 

Slight relief came from how Shank’s eyebrow dared to twitch with frustration. It meant he was real. Your blood pumped slower at the unorthodox respite. You continued to move, to stand despite your sore body. Shanks was still blocking your way to the door, but you paced lightly to rid yourself of the jitters. 

“You can talk to me.” Shanks knew you were frazzled, and he was determined to coax the cause out of you. “I understand why you’re—

“Daddy dearest has nothing to do with this.” You hissed, hating the assumption. “Don’t you understand there was a reason your beloved captain left me to rot all those years ago? When will you learn to do the same?”

Shanks didn’t lack sympathy for you, but he understood why your father chose to keep you away from the life that proved only to hurt you. Shanks intended to keep the promise he made to you before you learned it was by the instruction of your father. 

“I gave my word.” Shanks countered. His word choice made you flinch, your dream still fresh. He softened to repeat himself. “I gave my word to keep you safe. This has nothing to do with —

“Safe with a pirate, eh?” You scoffed, picking up what was most likely a stolen treasure. You held no qualms with his lifestyle, but you refused the overlap Shanks wanted to share. “That’ll be the fucking day.”

You felt a needle of pain in your nose like you were near tears, the guilt settling the bile in your throat. The game of cat and mouse was getting old. It was a facetious argument you used for distraction. The bravado you held was angry and vengeful. 

“I know you’ve heard the rumors…” Shanks sighed as if his strategy to coax a conversation out of you backfired. “Cain is spreading out, searching for you. She won’t stop this time.”

You dropped the small object of treasure back into its place. Any emotion was swallowed and digested. There was little energy left to pretend to argue. You needed to leave the room before you suffocated. Shanks wouldn’t block if you tried. 

You lingered, waiting for him to spit out the obvious.  “Look, I know you saw her— 

“I felt her.” Your expression, even mixed with vulnerability, was composed with passivity. Your composure could fool most, but to a trained eye, your discomfort was obvious.

Your admission was desperate, breaking a tension that had filled the air. You wouldn’t crumble. You tried to hold it in, breathing evenly to suppress any sobbing urge. It was neither the time nor the place for added emotion.

“I need to know the full story.” He replied thoughtfully. 

He mistook his demeanor for bravery, but his true bravery formed by being across from you. The only barrier seemed to be Shanks’ incorruptible moral code, a space where you couldn’t quite freely exist.

You wanted so badly to trust him. You sought his comfort. The feeling felt foreign, so you prickled. 

“You already know how it ends. What does the rest matter?” You always leaned on pessimism. “I want nothing to do with this. With her.”

“I’ll be beside you the entire time,” Shanks promised, voice low and steady, reflecting his sincerity. You could make out the warmth he was willing to share, but you couldn’t accept it wholly.

“And my interests?”

Shanks’ expression fell slightly at your evasive rejection. “It depends on where they lie.”

In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Shanks could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would warm your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility.

Although you were still present, Shanks watched you flee. Your guard returned stronger, but he didn’t regret his words. Shanks’ eyes were pleading, and you went to chastise him, but you found something distinct there. 

You didn’t know what to do with it, but to muse a buried thought. "...Empathy will get you killed, Shanks.”

“Then, I am a dead man walking.”

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Finally colors!!!

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That's it, that's their whole relationship. We know Shanks likes grumpy ones who want to stab him half the time.

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[j-bonney]

I’ve got that dawg in me (zero immunity to OC X Canon lore building)

[aukkuli]

Shanks: You got a date yet Estella.

Estella: No...

Shanks: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold My hand!

[shanksbaby]

Shanks x reader - headcannons

you had started the day in good spirits as Shanks and his crew would be back in the evening. You met them in the bar where you work, they were different from the other pirates you met, moreover they loved to party (especially the captain); you grew fond of them because they brought joy to your desolate city.

in particular, you were fond of Shanks. In fact, you were more than fond of him: you had a real crush on him. And he was probably also aware of it, given that your colleague told you that when you talk to him your eyes turn into hearts.

but going back to your day, as mentioned earlier it started out great however it turned into hell. In the morning you had arrived at the city market, you had gone shopping since there was nothing in your house. You didn't bring much but the minimum you needed to buy the ingredients for the following days.

behold, right in the market they had stolen your money. The money you earned wasn't much, and even if the stolen money was little, in any case the thieves had done you a lot of damage.

but what was wrost is what happened in the afternoon

in the afternoon you go back to work, and it's hell there too. All afternoon there were men harassing you at work, some even grabbed your buttocks. And your boss didn't say anything because these were pirates and he was afraid of receiving some retaliation.

luckily for you, however, they remained only a couple of hours after your arrival, then they left for the sea, however leaving dirt everywhere. Dirt that you then had to clean up yourself.

they were so dirty you felt like throwing up, plus they had left broken bottles all over the place. And the club's bathroom had become so dirty that it was better to set it on fire directly.

Shanks and his crew arrived just as your shift ended. Normally you would have stayed to talk to your loved one, but you were so tired from what you had to go through that you preferred to go home. You would have rested and then returned to them, they would have been awake until dawn anyway.

so you said goodbye to them briefly and returned home

half an hour later you hear someone knocking on your door, you weren't expecting visitors so with a little fear you open the door and you find Shanks at the door. It takes you a while to realize that it was actually him and that you weren't dreaming.

" Shanks?!" you screamed

without giving you the chance to say anything else, he enters the apartment with a large bottle of liquor, explaining the reason why he came: he was worried about you, usually when they came to town you always stayed with them, even when your shift was over. So he thought he'd pay you a visit.

you were touched that he had given up on a party with his fellow adventurers to be with you.He didn't ask you what was wrong, what happened to you, he simply stayed by your side, you chatted. In particular, you asked for all the details of her adventures, and she also told you about some of Benn's misadventures (but woe to you if you make fun of his deputy, as he will probably kill you both).

the moonlight illuminated part of his face and you just admired the beauty of his face, which didn't go unnoticed by Shanks

you were also attracted to his chest

"my face is up here" and lifted your chin

and every time you were embarrassed, but you blamed it on alcohol. In any case, after a few more glasses you drank, you became even more explicit: so much so that at one point you kissed him. He didn't reciprocate, at which point with a serious face he put you to sleep.

however he stayed in your apartment, sleeping on the couch. As soon as you wake up in the morning, you immediately remembered the accident as well as receiving a severe headache. At first you thought about pretending you didn't remember anything: Shanks would be gone soon anyway, what's the point of making his departure embarrassing?

breakfast was strange, he seemed to scrutinize you to check if you had remembered what happened, but you pretended not to remember. And you were resisting not mentioning it, pretending it didn't happen, but there was an obvious tension between you, even in the days afterward.

in the end you mentioned it, precisely because the tension had become excessive. You confessed to him that as much as you regret having tried to kiss while drunk, it's true that you were attracted to him, that you were falling in love with him.

and he confessed to you that the reason he didn't love you back was that he didn't want your first kiss to be drunk, he wanted it to be special. And yes, he knew you were crushed on him but he was afraid he didn't deserve you.

in short, you have realized that you are two imbeciles

two imbeciles in love though.

[firaloveatea]

Della, Shanks, and Buggy: *sitting at the table eating breakfast sipping coffee*

A.S.L: *sneak past them snickering and whispering excitedly before booking it outside*

Shanks: They're up to something.

Buggy: worry when it becomes a problem

Della: *sips her coffee and nods*

Neon: *shrieks from her room* give it back boys!

Luffy: *from outside* Dear Dairy!

Neon: I will kill you, Monkey D. Luffy!

Ace: Today I saw Bepo and Law by the shore!

Shanks: I feel we should intervene.

Della: Let her try.

Sabo: Aerial assault!

A.S.L: *all screaming in terror*

Neon: *walks in with one of the pipes and her dairy and sits down for breakfast*

[alexa-fika]

Burning Protection ( Red haired pirates x Reader)

A/N YOOO ITS BEEN A LONG TIME, IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYY, I came back but I dont think I came back cooking y’all, I swear im going to try to make a dent in the requests soon, I really miss writing but I just got the biggest block, but damn do I miss it.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

Dokucha Stills at the powerful presence, turning around to spot a red-haired man with a serious expression on his scarred face, similar expressions mirrored on the men behind him.

"Rays of sunshine, the lot of you, aren't you?" They questioned nervously

"Did you burn the Flag?" The man questioned, ignoring their joking statement

"Flag? Buddy, I'm not sure what you're on about."

"That's not what the villagers seemed to say when asked. Everyone said the same thing 'It was the carrying a staff, one that fits the description of the one you are carrying," Hongo piped in, glancing at them and said items

"It could have been someone else carrying a staff. Did you think of that?" They frowned when their jest was received by the first mate pointing his riffle their way

"Stop messing around."

"Alright, Alright, gee, all this over a flag, was it?"

"It might seem like just a flag to you, but that flag provides safety to not only this village but others as well. If I let them get desecrated like this, allies and friends would become targets."

Their eyes harden at his words as they begin to understand the severity of the situation

"I apologize; I was not aware how important this flag was; regardless, I was not lying; I have not burned any flags."

"Are you saying that the dozens of people that pointed us your way are lying?"

"I'm saying that they were wrong, and you are fools to assume the first person to closely meet that description is the person you're looking for; I mean, all you got is the description of a staff, for all you know, someone could have borrowed-" they stopped their rambling as they purse their lips a realization hitting them ,something that was not lost to Shanks

"I didn't burn your flag," they repeated

"But you know who did."

"..."

"You can either tell us now, or we can drag you with us as we find out who It was; we will find eventually," Benn spoke as he lowered his rifle

Dokucha sent a scowl their way, muttering curses under their breath, relaxing after a second and glancing at the men standing in front of them

"Just... a promise must be made that you will not harm them."

"I apologize, but given the circumstances, I cannot promise that; as I said, many people depend on that flag, and the act of burning it down is not only an act against me but of my allies."

"You will understand when you see them; you will also want to avoid violence."

"As I said, I cannot promise anything."

"Just follow me," they sighed, only to be stopped by the sniper as he extended his hands toward them

"We will hold onto that," he said, gesturing to their staff

"Absolutely not!" they growled, holding the staff away from him

"It wasn't a request," Shanks spoke as he approached the two

"We are giving you the benefit of the doubt and not treating you as the culprit of this, but we cannot leave you armed."

"There better not be a single splinter out of place when I get it back," they growl, shoving the staff on Yassop's awaiting hands, who just throws her a grin

"If you do get it back."

"Yo-

"Let's go." Shanks orders, grabbing them by the forearm and pulling them forward as they made their way farther from the village

"Why do you live so far from the village?" Hongo questioned after they had made their way closer to a cottage set apart from the rest of the village

"That's hardly any of your business," they mutter as they unlock the front door once Shanks released his grip on them

"Normally, I would say get comfortable, but I really don't ca-

Their words are promptly interrupted as crashing sounds echoe above them, a scowl growing on their face as the sounds continued

“What is that?” Questioned Limejuice

“That,” they began kicking a nearby bean chair forward

“Is the sound of me being wrong” they finished watching as a child fell seemingly out of nowhere and into the Bean chair

“Han,” they called with a frown on their face

“Hi…” she greeted, a nervous smile on her face

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything…”

“Don’t give me that,” they growled, pinching the child’s cheek

“Here I thought Holl was behind this, but it was you, wasn’t it?

“Ow! That hurts! Listen, I just wanted to practice. How was I supposed to know that it would fire like that?! Everyone started freaking out, so I started freaking out, and I ran!” She cried

They glare at her for a moment longer before they let out a sigh and ruffled her head

“Just tell me next time, yeah? I don’t mind teaching you a few spells; no need to steal my things and sneak out.”

She gives them a nod as she nervously glance at the pirates, who by now had stood and watched the exchange in silence

“Are they going to hurt me?” She whispers

“No, don’t worry about a thing. Your big sibling has this, okay? Can you go prepare Holl something to eat? I'm sure they are hungry.”

They watch the girl nod and scamper

“Well, looks like I am guilty after all,” they sigh

“Our problem is with the kid; she burned the flag; she is the one we have business with.”

“No, your business is with me. That child is under my care, so any kind of retaliation you have to make against the burning of a piece of cloth is done against me, not him.”

Shanks's eyes narrow at their words, the frown on his face growing deeper

“Oi, oi, piece of cloth?!” One of the officers growled

“Is that not what it is? Despite what it stands for, at the end of the day, it is a piece of cloth that just happened to be destroyed under the hands of a child.”

“Yo-

“Dokucha!!” The pirate’s response is quickly cut off as a new voice cuts in as they barge the way into the small cottage

“Dokucha! It’s Holl!”

“What happened?”

“They had another accident; we need your help; they are in a really bad state,” the young man pants out his breaths ragged due to what they could assume was a run all the way to the cottage

Dokucha’s eyes widen at the news

“Han! Come here! We need to go now!” They called As they make a move to follow the man out, only to be stopped by a scabbard; following it Dokucha finds the sheath to be from the Captain

“What the hell are you doing?! Move!” they cried, pushing against the weapon, surprised to find that they could not move it despite it being held by a single hand.

“This matter has not been resolved; the burning of the flag is not something I will take lightly.”

“We can resolve this once I ensure my siblings are alive and well!”

“Then we will go as well; I will not take the chance of you leaving without your comeuppance for what has happened here.”

“I can only transport myself and another person,” they said, gesturing to Little Han at their side

“Walking will take far too long. I‘m telling you, I just want to help my sibling. Once their safety is assured, then I will return. You have my word.”

“Your word hardly means anything to me.”

“Please,” they begged

Shanks watched as they lowered themselves to the ground in a kneel as they begged; the person who was making but a mockery of the flag and the meaning behind it mere seconds ago was now at his feet

“I am begging you, Red hair. My word might not mean anything, but it is all I have; allow me to save my sibling, and then I will return and receive any punishment you deem equal to the destruction of the flag. Just please let me go save them.”

Shanks remains quiet until he extends the staff to them

“She stays; one of my men will go with you instead,” he finally decides

“Tha-

“That is as far as I will go,” he said, interrupting what surely was an attempt to refuse

“Dokucha, it’s okay, I ‘ll stay,” Han speaks as she broke apart from them, taking a step back and closer to the Captain

“It’s my fault this is happening, so please let me do this.”

Dokucha stares at the girl with a frown on their face as they finally make a decision, turning toward her

“I‘ll be back okay? Everything will be okay,” they promise

“I know everything will be okay, because you are here.”

“Hongo, go with them,” Shanks calls

“Aye, Boss”

Shanks holds onto the staff tighter as they make a move to grab it

“Don’t do anything both of us will regret,” he warned as he released his grip, watching as they bowed their head and made their way out, watching as both them and his doctor disappeared before them

Sooo Hi guys 🙊

Yall its been so long I lowkey forgot I formatted these pieces

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[ambazaar]

The Bitter Taste of Hibiscus 🌺: Part 3

Shanks x OC

Synopsis: Tessa, due to a complicated past, has an opinion about pirates. An opinion that's become a bit muddled since he came to the village for the first time. It's all inconvenient, really. Falling in love.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Use, Guns, Mention of Facial-Related Injuries, Fluff (may be subject to change)

A/N: Thank you Thank you THANK YOU to all the notes I got on the last chapter. I wasn't sure if people would like it. I was proven wrong! I apologize on the wait for this installment - My life is a mess and doing things is hard. I don't particularly like this chapter. Writing dialog for characters I don't know very well is intimidating and I tend to overthink it. But anyway, here's part 3!

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Makino's ears picked up the thunderous rage echoing from Tessa's boot heels long before she heard her voice, which called out to her in a viciously anxious tone. Makino sighed, having already been nursing a headache from a lack of sleep without being demanded upon every ten minutes, and set the large crate of bottles she'd been carrying on top of the bar to create some form of barrier between her and Tessa. "I thought you'd still be at the cottage," was all she said in response, keeping herself busy.

"I would be, had a certain 8 year-old not knocked my front door from its hinges." Tessa said, studying the sudden wide-eyed expression on Makino's face with an intense look of her own. She leaned against the bar and set her palm over Makino's hand, gripping her fingers so tightly her knuckles went white. "What - happened?" She demanded in a stern, yet calm voice. 

Makino sighed again. Her mouth parted, ready to offer an explanation, but her words were cut off by the bustling of laughing pirates from the other dining hut. One of which, Yassap, was stumbling towards them with a nearly empty bottle pressed to his lips. Upon spotting the newly arrived older woman, his arms flung open in an inviting gesture and a wide, intoxicated grin stretched across his face. "Tessita! You're just in time!" he bellowed, positioning himself beside her. "Makino's new shipment just arrived. Come, drink with us!" He extended the bottle to her in offering.

Tessa's gaze flickered with a mix of gratitude and annoyance, while trying to hide the latter. "Thank you, Yassap. But I'd actually like to have a word with your captain. Where is he?" Her eyes darted past Yassap's shoulder, scanning the area for any sign of the man in question.

The pirate snatched another bottle from the nearby crate, popping the cork to savor its aroma before swiftly grabbing another and tucking it under his arm. "He and Benn took the cargo to the trader's," he explained, slightly more focused. "They should be returning shortly." His attention quickly shifted back to Makino, who was placing a second crate onto the counter. "You're a savior, my girl!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with inebriated gratitude. 

Makino nodded, her lips pressed in a thin, tense line. She made a conscious effort to steer clear of the intense look displayed on Tessa’s face. Yassap, however, continued to encroach upon Tessa's personal space, thrusting the uncorked bottle towards her. The intense odor of rum burned her nostrils.

"Join us for a drink! Before the captain makes his return," he urged once more. Tessa's annoyance etched itself deeper onto her face, yet Yassap remained blissfully unaware of her frustration. "There'll be nothing left when he does." He added, suddenly erupting in laughter as he found amusement in his own joke. Tessa was developing a headache of her own. 

Suddenly, Benn's voice pierced through the air from behind them. "Is that mutiny I hear, Cap'n?" he playfully inquired. Tessa's tension eased as she turned around to find the first mate and Shanks ascending the stairs into Party's, mischievous grins adorning their faces. The minute Tessa’s eyes met the Captain’s, her face flushed a deep burgundy and she whipped her head around to catch her bearings - now was not the time to let her heart disrupt the reason she’d come here.

"Mutiny? It's barely midday," Shanks interjected, embellishing a mixed expression of astonishment and annoyance as he stepped under the thatch roof. He sauntered up to Makino and asked her how they should handle Yassap's treachery, a playful wink accompanying his words. The question elicited the first genuine smile from her all morning. She slid an empty glass to him and disappeared around the corner with one of the crates of rum.

There was a heavy silence that followed. Tessa was sure the three men present could hear how hard her heart was pounding in her rib cage. After a moment, Yassap and Benn conversed quietly with each other at the end of the bar, essentially leaving her and the captain alone. Shanks, while pouring himself a drink, exhaled Tessa’s name and she felt the room start to spin around her. She took a quiet deep breath and regained herself, setting aside the unsolicited ache in her chest at hearing her name cross his lips. She swiftly pivoted on her heel to fully face him, her expression indifferent yet determined. “You carry enough tension in those shoulders to anchor a ship,” Shanks observed, but with enough certainty to avoid glancing up to gauge her reaction. "I hear you’re looking for me." She watched him throw back the small glass with hardly any effort and immediately pour another, and yet he still would not look at her, which intensely deepened her frustration. She scoffed, her knuckles clenched around the skirt of her dress.

"Have you completely lost your senses?" She asked finally, her words dripping with unbridled anger. "Indulging in the boy's fantasies is one thing, but allowing him to eat a Devil Fruit is completely irresponsible."

Shanks shook his head and chuckled. "You think I'd be so careless?" he asked. 

"Was it not you who brought the cursed thing here?"

"Aye -"

"Yet you stand there and deny accountability?"

At last, the pirate captain shifted his position to directly face her. The intensity in his dark eyes sent a powerful wave coursing through Tessa, leaving a tingling sensation in the back of her throat. He held her gaze for just a moment during the strained silence, his irises dancing back and forth between hers. She pressed her lips firmly together, her breath frozen in anticipation. Then Shanks sighed, his shoulders already drooping in defeat. He leaned toward the glass beside him and took another drink.

"The lad's stronger than we give him credit for," he stated in a calmer tone than she'd expected. "We shouldn't underestimate him."

Something in Tessa’s chest tightened. Braver than she'd ever been, she took an intimidating couple of steps toward Shanks as another surge of anger shook through her. Was he not taking this seriously? she thought.

He could feel the intensity of her rage radiating from the warmth of her closeness, her amber eyes brighter than they'd ever been. Even as he recognized the mistake in his words amidst the hazel universe ablaze within her glare, he couldn’t help but secretly admire the radiance in those eyes, despite the clear warning they illustrated. 

"He's just a boy!" Tessa shouted, disrupting the rhythm of Shanks' heartbeat, though his features remained stoic. “He may think the world of you, Captain, but you are not responsible for him!”

“I never claimed to be.” he said, simply. 

“And yet you consistently welcome him at your heel like some lost pup.” 

At that moment, Shanks could feel the overwhelming curiosity emanating from his nosy crewmates. From his peripherals he could see Yassap and Benn huddled at the end of the bar, sharing a bottle between them, while the rest of the crew inched closer from the neighboring dining hut, their chairs not so subtly scraping against the catwalk. He sighed again, already missing the sea. 

Tessa went on, deliberately closing the distance between herself and Shanks. He raised his hands in defense, retreating from her fury alongside the bar until the stools behind him pressed against the back of his legs and he almost stumbled backward. "You fill his head with nonsense and then vanish for months on the seas while he's getting into all sorts of trouble, pretending to be a pirate. Just to impress you when you return -"

Shanks couldn't help but feel a hint of fondness at Tessa's words, though he refrained from showing it, given the intensity of her grief. He couldn't quite grasp why she was so furious with him specifically, considering he hadn't actually given Luffy the Devil Fruit in the first place. However, he doubted that explaining this would make a difference at this point. He was content allowing her to vent at him. This was after all, the most entertained he'd been in months.

Shanks had rarely encountered Tessa outside of Party's, yet her presence commanded his attention almost as strongly as Luffy's insatiable need for it. Wherever she went his curious eyes followed, as discreetly as he could manage anyway. Despite this, he never sought her out directly. Their interactions had been limited to a few polite exchanges, always tinged with a lingering trace of the bitterness she had displayed during their initial meeting. She'd made her bias known and with as much confidence as when she’d lectured his first mate, which he had to admit was in his list of top ten favourite moments in all of history. She was a fire, that woman. And he admired her resolve. 

From what little he could get out of Makino throughout the months, he could at least discern that Tessa was a great friend to have - provided you were on her good side. Shanks would see the two women at Party’s, always huddled in some corner or another laughing together but quietly enough to never be heard over the raucous noise of pirates. And Tessa would conceal her smile behind a bar rag as if keeping her joy a secret from everyone. Him, especially. When the lull of the sea crashing against the hull of his ship would finally begin to ease him into a deeply intoxicated sleep, he would sometimes dream of what her laugh sounded like. 

"You claim no responsibility-" Tessa's voice snapped Shanks from his thoughts," but Luffy's actions these last several months have been solely due to your influence," she said, a slight tremble at the ends of her words. 

Shanks looked past Tessa and met eyes with a worried Makino, who approached tentatively from the catwalk, leaning into Yassap to most likely ask what was happening. "It's the Captain's turn for a lecture, miss," Yassap remarked with a not-so-subtle chuckle. Makino attempted to approach Tessa, but Benn held his arm in front of her and advised they wait to see the outcome. Shanks made a mental note to have a word with them both later. 

"Whether or not you deliberately gave him that Devil Fruit, him eating it is a result of your carelessness," Tessa went on. "There are dangers here other than sea kings, Captain. Dangers that don't just disappear when you do."

"Yeah, we met those 'dangers' this morning." Yassap spoke up from behind Tessa, him and Benn chuckling into their cups. "Didn't we, Captain?" The sharpshooter didn't notice the red hot glare Shanks gave him in response. 

Tessa spun on her heel, her sharpened, slivered eyes suddenly wide in what Makino immediately recognized as fear. "You what?"

Yassap reiterated what he'd said, goading Shanks for his performance with the mountain bandits as if he himself hadn't simply sat there laughing with the rest of the crew while their captain mopped a mess of glass and whiskey from the bar floor.

"Higuma and his men?" Tessa asked Makino directly, the anger in her eyes now overshadowed by worry. 

Makino slowly nodded. And with a sharpness in her tone she said, "Shanks made sure they didn't do any harm." She'd meant to reassure Tessa that she needn't worry, but it was no use. The very thought of that scum being anywhere close to Tessa's friends without her being there to protect them made her stomach churn into knots. How could she have left them to be defended by a pirate? And then Tessa remembered the stitches on Luffy's face and her mind went white with rage. 

Quicker than any of them could register, Tessa's shaking hand disappeared into the folds of her skirt and reappeared clenching a large black pistol which she directly extended back toward Shanks. The second they heard the click of the gun loading, every pirate in Party's jumped to their feet and drew their weapons.

Part 4

[little-nightowl-ovo]

Okay so I’m thinking of writing a shanks x oc fanfiction. And the oc is gonna be a Monkey D. But I’m stuck if I want her to be Luffy’s aunt, making her Dragon’s younger sister though they would have a big age gap , or have her be Luffy’s older sister and Dragon’s daughter. She’d be Makino’s age or a year or two older than her.

What do you guys think?

[kingofthe-egirls]

I just read of the the brothel au and first of all, I absolutely love all of it!! Second, I understand if you’re not taking requests but I’d love to see more Sanji or Zoro in the brothel au, maybe Sanji with a sugar mama kind of frequent customer, one who loves to spoil him?Regardless I’m a fan now of your work and I can’t wait for the next piece!!

ok ok ok ok ok

SANJI x OC (you're still the narrator)

brothel au

(cw: service!sanji, cunnilingus, weed, brothel/sw, shanks dirty talk)

Songs: "Heaven" by Maude Latour, "Dress" by Charlotte Sands

words: 1.2k

"Here you are, darling," Sanji croons as he hands you the handrolled joint. It's stuffed with pink flowers and sticky bud, and you can't wait to smoke it with him. This is more or less your nightly tradition, when both you and Sanji are available. If you're doing paperwork or seeing high-name clients, or if Sanji is tending the bar or having his own fun surrounded by eager young girls, then you both just collapse into your separate beds until the next day.

But tonight, you both are free, having taken the night off for each other. Sanji is kneeling at your feet, in between your legs. He's staring up at you with adoration, his lover and friend.

The smoke tastes thick and heavy, burning the back of your throat with a floaty aftertaste. The cherry buds taste sweet on your tongue, and you lean forward to blow smoke into Sanji's waiting mouth. His lips are soft as feathers, as they flutter around your own. He inhales the fragrant smoke, then pulls away to blow it to the side. Wispy clouds curl up and around the air of your boudoir.

He gently takes the joint from you, and inhales for himself. It's hot, and he coughs. The paper is softly crackling as he he taps off the ash. Sanji leans into you, resting his head on your knee. You softly stroke your fingers through his flaxen hair. It's shiny, and you watch it flash gold in the amber light. Music floats in from a festival down the street: something to do with pumpkins, and...ghosts?

Sanji presses a kiss to your knee.

"How was your day, my lovely?" He passes you back the joint, and you take a long hit. You keep it between your fingers: deference always paid to the madame. He strokes a slender finger down the inside of your calf. He traces your ankle, delicately wrapping his strong fingers around your foot. His thumb presses on the inside of your arch. You both sigh, relaxing into each other's presence.

"Oh, the usual," you hum, tapping the ash off into a silver tray left on your vanity, scattered with ribbons and beads at the moment. Your second hit burns faster than the last. Swiftly, you duck the joint back down to Sanji's lips, letting him take the rest of the sweet smoke himself. "Hired the new gardener today. She's been spending lots of time with Luffy lately," you muse, clicking your fingers together.

"Hm," Sanji snubs out the smoking joint. He lifts up, bracing himself with a hand on each of your knees. He leans closer, and kisses you. You brush his hair back from his face as he pulls back, deigning to gaze over both sides of his face. His hand comes up to cup your own cheek. He strokes his thumb softly over your skin. His touch feels like rose petals, and you sigh.

"Darling," you say, stroking his cheek, "Would you like a massage today?"

Sanji hums, leaning in to press hips against your temple. He smells like sweet wine and roses. Your high is creeping up the back of your legs, and you swoon a bit as Sanji scoops you off the chair and into his arms. He carries you bridal style to the bed, and lays you down gently. He pulls at the sash of your kimono, and lays it open to expose your bare breasts and stomach.

"I'd rather please you," he admits, kissing at the soft plush of your lower abdomen. He skims his fingers over your thighs, meeting your gaze with hungry eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, lips hovering above the soft hairs between your legs.

Sanji runs his hand over your left hand, sticking at the purple jewels on your fourth finger. He hums, quirking an eyebrow. "Shanks came to visit last week," he mentions, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

"He's my pirate," you admit, roses blooming on your cheeks. "He's my friend," you say softer, more importance coating the word. It hangs heavy on your tongue, like dripping honey.

"Tell me about him," he croons, licking a stripe up your pussy. He has both slender hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place. You lean back, nestling into the comfort of your own pillows.

"His hair," you say immediately (surprising no one), "I can't help running my fingers through it. It's thick, and wavy, and salt-drenched," you moan, arching your lower back into Sanji's touch. He pets your pussy with two fingers, licking at your clit. He loves hearing about your other men as he pleasures you.

"His chest," you say, running your fingers through Sanji's own, golden hair. It's thin and flaxen, but softer than silk. "His muscular build," you grunt, eyebrows furrowing as Sanji speeds up, his fingertips pressing inside you. He keeps them there, just an inch past your entrance, and rubs them softly against your fluttering walls. "He's so strong," you say, "He can pick me up with one hand, it's so fucking hot--,"

"Tell me more," Sanji murmurs, his tongue replacing his fingers inside you. He stretches it out as far as it can go, warm and wet as he finds your sweetest spots. Sweat starts to bead at your temples. "Tell me how good he is to you, princess."

"He's so good!" You moan, thighs trembling as Sanji rubs at your clit, tongue-fucking you like a fucking prince. "He's so protective over me, and he's so--so masculine, it makes me feel so safe. He used to--to beat up clients that were rough, he used to just--cast them into the sea," you squeeze your eyes shut, voice trembling as Sanji brings you closer to your high. Sanji never lets you wait for long.

"How does he fuck you, madame?"

"He fucks me so good!" You yell, hips bucking into Sanji's delicate fingers. He's replaced his tongue with four long digits, rubbing at you so, so sweetly. His tongue flicks your little rosebud, soft and fast and tickling you towards an orgasm.

"He's so fucking strong," you say again, imagining your fiance's hot weight above you, fucking you with a dick thicker than a wine bottle. Your high is fully sweeping you off your feet now, waving over you in sea breezes of comfort.

"Does he make you cum, angel?" Sanji brushes his tongue flat against your clit, pulsing slightly as he maintains pressure. You shudder, trickling tingles running down your spine.

"He makes me cum so fucking hard--," you gasp out as an orgasm overtakes you. The high bolsters your pleasure, running you along Sanji's fingers as he rides you out. He kisses your inner thigh, thumb deftly twirling at your clit as you cum.

"Darling," he croons, lifting up as you finish twitching on the bed, "You're so beautiful for me," he rises up to kiss your cheeks, skimming soft lips over your flushed skin.

"Thank you," you breathe, wrapping your arms around Sanji's neck. He smells like sweet rosé, and you inhale deeply. He chuckles, breath puffing against the soft hairs at the nape of your neck. It tickles.

"Thank you," he counters, "The pleasure's all mine."

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[groshia]

ShanksEri LOTR AU, Shanks as a Dunedain (doodle, not finished yet)

Comms open on VGen | Carrd

[i-am-vita]

That Last Night

A Shanks x Ghost Rose Oc (FemReader)

👉 My Masterlist, Inspo

+1,600 words

This was suppose to be a very short less-than-1000-words drabble, but Shanks wouldn't stop talking and demanded time with Ghost Rose again.

It's placed roughly two years after my fic At the Bathhouse (which is X months before Shanks arrives at Windmill Village in OPLA) and barely a month and weeks before my other fic A Night at Loguetown.

Summary: You and Shanks had been kind of an unofficial thing for the last two years since you reconnected At the Bathhouse. Both of you had always been happy to give each other your friendship and sincere affection while also enjoying your bodies. Until one night, watching you sleep peacefully by his side, he wonders what could be and steals a kiss from you, vowing to confess himself the next day, not knowing that this is the last night he will have with you. Warnings: SFW but implied sex. Some swearing. Suggestive themes. Expect: No dialogue, just inner thoughts. Friends with Benefits. One side longing. Lost Chance. Use of You not Y/N. Bad english, Consistent Time Tenses are for the not sleep deprived.

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Since you two met, Shanks had never kissed you on the lips.

That was your unspoken agreement, but now, so many years down the road, watching you sleep peacefully by his side, Shanks wondered...

The stump of what was left of his left arm moved in a subconscious intent of touching your lips with his phantom fingers.

After two years of missing his extremity, his mind kept tricking him with illusions of past sensations. The texture of his sword on his palm, his fingers tangled in your hair, both his arms around your figure when you coaxed him to dance with you, arguing how good it would do to his stance and footwork.

He hated to admit it was an excellent idea, especially after he started dueling Mihawk.

But the softness of your lips was an impression yet to be made on his own.

He knew you left your heart behind when you ran away with him. Allegedly to give you a ride to your birth town where you still had extended family. But the liberty of life at sea soon caught you.

You fought tooth and nail for him to let you stay. Were you mad? Some little runaway socialite wouldn't last a day in the real pirate routes. They were at the East Blue, the most tamed of all the seas. That was the only reason he had let you come aboard... and the surprisingly good loot you managed to steal from your chaperones ship as payment for the ride. And the knowledge you had of the secret states of some upper class officers where they kept some recovered pirate treasures "to keep them safe". And...

Ok, fine, you were a sneaky little mouse.

You had a week to learn basic fight skills and if you lasted three minutes against him, you could join his crew.

A week later, you lasted two minutes with the sword before he disarmed you, but still he couldn't score at any point of your body. You kept a safe distance from the training sword. Every step he made forward, you made backward. Every attack towards a flank, you eluded to right or left. Just-moving-your-feet.

You were a total newbie at this, how was your footwork so precise and fast?

It was your attempt at taking his sword that you made the mistake of spinning to capture his arm under yours, enough for him to immobilize you from behind... or trying to because it still took him another half a minute to finally hold you down.

It was like trying to wrestle a ferret!

Fine, yes, he was going easy on you, but he had to use real force to finally subjugate you.

Tho the three minutes had already passed and you smiled triumphantly.

Money changed hands. Shanks was amazed to know that Beckman of all people had bet on you, as well as some other crewmates who had agreed to teach you and were ecstatic to see how light you were on your feet and ok, maybe you did have a chance.

Those ballroom dance lessons did pay off after all.

The ecstatic smiled on your face, the first real laugh he heard from you after days of brooding and sulking around his ship... His stomach did a little flip.

The crew ended up pulling on your idea of taking the loot from the secret Marine Officers' states. And how were you so knowledgeable about the location of the states and how to infiltrate them without being seen? You would be surprised how much the help loved to shit talk their bosses when you befriended them.

Pro Upper Class Tip: always be in excellent relationships with your staff or others would be. And those specific officers were assholes to their underlings and used the loots for bribery or to enrich themselves.

There it was the spark of mischief Shanks had spied on you when you dared to call out some sailors that wouldn't let you be at that bar where you met. And what was such a fine little lady doing by herself in such a low rent bar? Trying to find passage out of your current life. You had money and means to acquire more valuable goods if it wasn't enough.

A day later, that spark was gone, replaced by the sorrow of a broken heart. Or so had said Yassop who confessed having catched that same look on himself still from time to time when looking at a mirror.

Was it really that bad where you came from? It wasn't, but you used to want more things than just being a fancy stay at home wife waiting for an always absent Marine husband. You wanted to live, to know the world, to have a purpose of your own before settling somewhere with someone of your liking. And then you met someone. Someone who made you desire to stay and who was about to leave everything to stay with you too.

Were really out there people who settled down at such a young age? You were roughly a year younger than him. What about your dreams? Living your lives? Exactly. The world you came from didn't care for personal goals, just that you assumed a place in their society and stayed there, looking good. You couldn't stomach a life like that, and worst, drag your beloved into it. You both were meant to greater things. So you had ended your relationship and ran away as soon and far as you could.

That's when Shanks knew he had no chance of winning your heart. It would always belong to the young man you left behind.

Fine, yes, he liked you. You were funny, kind of mischievous, headstrong, and have more backbone than most newbies of his crew. You didn't back off from a challenge, and that was something he would ask you to work on because it could lead you to trouble over things not worth it.

You were brave and the most beautiful girl he had met.

Still, Shanks was willing to share his friendship and whatever more of himself with you as long as you both wanted to. No commitments or promises.

Tho your lips would always belong to the memory of your love and he had never dared to taste them.

Until now.

Of course Shanks had kissed other women. He wasn't ashamed to admit he was the one-girl-at-every-port kind of man. He had always made sure to let things clear with his lady friends about the nature of the relationships he seeks. Everybody was happy about it and he didn't get all tingly at the idea of a compromise with any of them.

But...

Would it be that bad?

Shanks had eluded that kind of relationship all his young and adult life. He never sought any other woman when you were around, but neither of you were faithful to the other in the months or years in between. Hell, you even tried to pursue a formal relationship with that assrat Captain of the Black Cats before discovering his real character and dump him.

You got closer to his body unconsciously and let yourself be held like many nights before. Many nights. He had lost count. Normally he could pinpoint the amount of time per year your paths crossed since you met, but he was sure you had spent more time together in the last two years since the loss of his arm than all the previous eight.

From the moment you heard of his injury (damn it, Beckman, why would you worry her like that? It wasn't that bad), you had remained by his side helping him recover until regaining his full strength and ability to perform most of his skills again with just one arm.

Pun-totally-intended.

You would go when your crew needed you for something. And he would seek his usual company where he could find them... Usually... Of course he had... Shanks realized he could actually count the number of women he had sought on your recent absences this year. Less than the fingers he was left with.

Mostly out of boredom than actual desire for another body beside yours.

Well, fuck.

He supported himself on his right arm before lingering over your sleeping form. You always slept so soundly near him despite his overactive sleep anctics. But would be ready to rise to action at the first alarm.

Shanks prayed you didn't stab him with the knife he KNEW you always kept hidden somewhere somehow.

His lips hovered for a second before finally daring to lower towards yours to place the softest of kisses. He felt a small movement under his lips, a small sigh left yours while he retired from you, your mouth forming a sweet sleepy smile, but no other sign of you having been bothered by his caress. He let himself fall back on the mattress, you nuzzled gently against his chest, seeking his warmth, and Shanks smiled.

He will ask you. With his Captain in full wielding of his fighting abilities again, the Redhead's crew was set to sail back to the New World any week from now. Would you come with him? Sail under his flag again like when you met? To be just with him and he with you?

Yes, he will ask you in the morning. To come with him. To try this thing together.

Little did he know that his chance would be gone mere hours after when a Den Den Mushi call from your sister regarding a danger from her husband’s past would lead to you having to disappear from his life.

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