#Shanks x oc

[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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[i-am-vita]

Finally colors!!!

😒❤️😏

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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[aukkuli]

Shanks: You got a date yet Estella.

Estella: No...

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

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[nerium-lil]

Enchanting Descent into the Deep pt.2 (pt.1)

Shanks x Siren Reader/OC

Warnings: Slightly dark

The siren, with her iridescent scales, glided effortlessly through the moonlit waters, her predatory instincts driving her forward. It had been some time since she last hunted, and her battle of wills with the swordsman had left her starving. Her desire to seek out new prey had grown insatiable. After several days of searching, her piercing eyes spotted a ship in the distance. Her senses tingled with anticipation as her predatory instincts kicked in.

Silently, she began her sinister hunt, staying just beneath the surface, barely a ripple betraying her presence. Her opalescent scales glowed as she began to sing a bewitching melody, her voice weaving through the night air.

The pirate ship, crewed by a rowdy and boisterous bunch, sailed along in merry ignorance to the deadly waters they had entered. As the siren approached, she planned her malevolent seduction carefully. Her haunting melody, now darker and more sinister, began to spiral through the night air, a foreboding promise of impending doom.

The crew members, reveling in their carefree camaraderie, suddenly grew still. Their eyes took on a distant, dreamy quality as the siren's dark song wove its sinister magic. Like marionettes on invisible strings, they moved to the siren's malevolent tune. The ship's course shifted, veering off its intended path, drawn inexorably by the dark lure of the siren's call. As the ship sailed closer, the siren prepared for her gruesome feast.

Shanks, however, was not so easily swayed. He recognized the danger lurking within the siren's call. His sharp instincts and Haki allowed him to see through the veil of enchantment, but the sight of his crew, enthralled by the haunting melody, filled him with a sense of helpless anger and protectiveness.

He knew he had to act quickly to save his crew from this insidious grasp. With a determined look, he activated his Conqueror's Haki, releasing an invisible wave of power that shattered the siren's enchantment. The crew members who were entranced snapped out of their stupor, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Shanks' voice boomed with authority as he ordered his crew to stand back from the edges of the ship. He understood that the siren was a formidable foe, one whose beauty concealed a deadly nature. The siren's song had ensnared them all, and it was only thanks to Shanks' strength of will that they had broken free.

As the crew readied themselves in the case of another enchanting song, Shanks watched the sea, his gaze steady and filled with determination. The siren's haunting melody still lingered in the air, a reminder of the peril that lurked beneath the tranquil surface of the Grand Line. Shanks knew that they would need to face this danger head-on, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to protect his crew and sail through the treacherous waters unscathed.

The siren's sinister seduction being abruptly disrupted, felt as if she was choking from the force of the man's power as it hammered against her. The legendary pirate's eyes narrowed in determination as he emerged from the shadows of the ship to face the siren, and his dominating Haki, like an unstoppable force, pressed down on the siren that threatened his crew.  Her predatory desire and will had met its match in the face of pirates powerful Haki. Her heart raced, and her sinister eyes filled with hunger met Shanks's intense gaze. It was a battle of wills, her unholy call against his indomitable spirit. As Shanks defended his crew, the siren's dark hunger collided with his unyielding resolve.

The siren was no ordinary predator though. She had initiated this dangerous game, but Shanks was no ordinary pirate either. He stood firm, resolute in the face of the malevolence that had ensnared his crew. In the treacherous, moonlit waters, two formidable forces clashed – the predatory siren against a legendary pirate, in a sinister duel where darkness met determination, and the thrill of the challenge electrified the eerie night.

However, as the battle of wills between the two raged on, Shanks soon understood that the siren was not just a simple danger. It was a confrontation of dark intent, an unholy duel where malevolence met determination. The siren had initiated this challenge, and the real fight had only just begun. In the eerie, moonlit waters, two powers faced off against each other.

The battle of wills raged on, each moment bringing a new twist to the eerie standoff. Shanks stood unwavering, his indomitable Haki pressing against the siren's sinister call. It was a duel of darkness and determination, a challenge that electrified the moonlit night.

At first, their clash was vicious, the siren's malevolent song attempting to ensnare Shanks's and his crew to their watery grave. The Yonko's will, however, remained unbroken. His Haki, like a shield of defiance, held firm against the siren's sinister seduction. 

The siren, having underestimated the strength of Shanks' will and the power of his Conqueror's Haki, she realized that perhaps a more direct approach was needed to ensnare the captain himself. With a dark and predatory smile, she decided to try a different tactic—one that beckoned with promises of dark desires and forbidden pleasures.

Emerging fully from the depths of the sea, her opalescent scales glistening in the moonlight, the siren swam closer to Shanks' ship. She let her sinuous body break the surface, revealing her ethereal beauty as she leaned against the side of the vessel, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk.

Her predatory gaze held a dark promise, a hint of desire and menace intertwined. She knew that this man was not one to be easily swayed, but she also knew that the lure of the unknown could be a powerful enticement. The siren was a master of temptation, and she was about to set her sights on the most dangerous prey of all.

Shanks lifted an amused eyebrow at the unexpected turn of events. Here was a siren who had gone from attempting to ensnare his crew to attempting to ensnare him. The treacherous waters of the night held an electric tension as the two formidable forces locked eyes, a battle of wills turning into a flirtatious game.

The siren's heart thrummed with anticipation as she engaged in this thrilling new battle of wills. Her initial malevolence had given way to a new kind of excitement. Shanks's indomitable spirit fascinated her, and the challenge he presented was intoxicating. She had long been the predator of the sea, luring her victims to their doom, but now she had found an opponent worthy of her skill.

As she wove her enchanting melody, the siren couldn't help but feel a growing sense of admiration for Shanks. His willpower was unbreakable, his defiance a fierce flame that refused to be extinguished. Her opalescent scales glistened with predatory excitement, and her sinister smile held a touch of genuine interest.

"How odd," she mused to herself, "that there would be not one, but two men that can be a challenge to me in these waters?"

Shanks, on the other hand, was equally intrigued by the siren. He had faced countless challenges and adversaries throughout his life, but this encounter was unlike any other. Her seductive tactics had shifted the nature of their standoff, and he couldn't deny the allure of the enigmatic siren.

Shanks's keen senses noted the shift in her movements and tone. He felt the magnetic pull of her presence and the alluring aura she cast. He chuckled, his voice a mix of amusement and intrigue. "You're a formidable opponent, siren. But I've never been one to back down from a challenge."

Her movements were sinuous and enticing, her alluring aura wrapping around him like an invisible net. Her melodious voice, dripping with allure, filled the air. "Well, wouldn't you like to see what awaits you in the depths of the abyss?" Her voice was a sultry whisper, her smile a dangerous promise.

Shanks chuckled, his response a blend of amusement and challenge. "A siren's offer, you say? It's tempting, but I've always preferred my adventures above the surface, beauty."

The siren's laughter filled the night, a dark and alluring sound that sent shivers down Shanks's and his crews spines. "Perhaps you'll change your mind once you've tasted what lies beneath the surface."

As the siren continued her seductive dance, Shanks's unwavering resolve was met with something new, a different kind of thrill. It wasn't the thrill of a battle but the thrill of a challenge, a dance of danger and desire.

The siren's alluring voice carried over the waves as she beckoned Shanks to come closer, her tone teasing yet filled with danger. "Are you not afraid of me, red-haired man?" She hissed playfully, her words a sultry challenge. "Do you not dare to venture closer to the depths, to face the unknown? Or does the fear in your heart outweigh your curiosity?"

The siren's alluring challenge hung heavy in the air as Shanks deliberated before accepting her challenge. He was many things but a coward, he was not.  His crimson coat billowed around him as he descended on the small side boat that was carefully lowered to the inky waters of the ocean. His crew's voices of concern echoed in the background, but their captain was undeterred. His daring spirit craved this unique encounter with the enigmatic siren.

With the siren's ethereal form closing in on the small boat, Shanks couldn't help but be struck by her otherworldly beauty that he could now see more clearly. Her long, flowing white hair and opal eyes held a mystique that beckoned to his pirate's heart, and for a moment, he felt a familiar greediness well up within him, a desire to claim her as one of his prized possessions. The primal instinct of wanting to possess the unattainable stirred within him, a sensation that pirates often experienced when faced with something rare and alluring. 

But Shanks was not just any pirate. He was a captain who valued his crew above all else, and he couldn't let himself be swayed by the siren's enchantment. His instincts as a leader and protector were stronger than any desire for wealth or beauty, and he knew that falling for the siren's trap would endanger not only himself but his entire crew.

With a heavy sigh and a steely resolve, Shanks steeled himself against the siren's allure. His eyes remained unwavering, his focus on his duty as a captain, and his commitment to his crew. He knew that the siren was a deadly predator, and despite the temptation, he would not allow himself to be ensnared in her treacherous web.

As the tension between them crackled in the air, Shanks fought against the inner greed that threatened to consume him. He was a pirate who valued freedom and adventure above all else, and he would not be lured into the darkness by the siren's song, no matter how enticing it may be.

He couldn't help but hold his breath as he stood tall on the small boat, just inches from the siren. Her haunting beauty was both mesmerizing and unsettling. Shanks's singular, sardonic grin tugged at his lips, a reflection of his admiration for the siren's deadly grace and beauty.

The siren couldn't help herself as she studied the man with vibrant red hair and a scarred eye. There was a rugged charm about him, different from Mihawk but equally as captivating. She found herself comparing the two, their unique qualities piquing her interest in their own distinct ways.

The resolute swordsman had been a thrilling adversary, a powerful and enigmatic figure. Shanks, on the other hand, exuded a wild, untamed spirit. She admired his daring approach, and the allure of danger that danced in his eyes. In her siren's heart, they were equally handsome in their own right, and the notion of having two formidable adversaries to toy with was exhilarating.

With a low, rumbling laugh that was as much a challenge as her seduction, the siren leaned closer, her opalescent eyes locked onto Shanks's. "You're not like other mortals, are you? There's a fire in your spirit that's... intriguing."

Shanks's laughter mingled with the siren's in the quiet night, a shared understanding of the mutual thrill they had discovered. He met her predatory gaze head-on, his vibrant red hair catching the moonlight.

"In the grand line, it takes more than fear to deter me," he admitted, his voice a low and husky murmur, laced with a promise of adventure. "I've faced sea kings, monsters, and the fiercest of pirates. But this," he gestured toward the siren, "this is a tale worth sharing."

The siren, her haunting melody still lingering in the air, decided to relent and pull back just a little, allowing a soft respite from her bewitching song. She had found this man, to be a unique and captivating mortal, one she'd rather see living to entertain her for days to come with his audacity. Leaning her head on her arms, which rested on the edge of the small boat, she looked up at him, her opal-like eyes filled with intrigue and amusement.

Shanks, ever the cautious pirate, sensed the subtle shift in the siren's demeanor. He noted the less bloodthirsty quality in her presence and slowly lowered himself into a crouch, bridging the gap between them. While remaining vigilant, he couldn't help but appreciate the opportunity to engage with this mysterious being in a more companionable manner.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice taking on a sultrier tone as she mused, "You're unlike any mortal I've encountered, Captain Shanks. Such vibrant hair, like a fierce flame on the open sea. It's almost as captivating as your audacity."

Shanks chuckled, his laughter rich and warm as he leaned a little closer. "Audacity, eh? Well, that's one way to put it. Though I could say the same about you, my mysterious songstress. Your beauty and allure are beyond compare, and that voice of yours… it's enough to ensnare any sailor's heart."

The siren's opal eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she replied, "A dangerous heart to ensnare, Captain. But perhaps it's the thrill of danger that draws me to you. I find myself craving more of this unique encounter."

Shanks asked with a wistful smile, "So, siren, do you have a name? Or should I keep calling you 'siren'?"

The siren considered for a moment, her opalescent eyes softening. "You may call me Lyra. It's a name that holds significance in my world."

"Lyra," Shanks repeated, rolling the name off his tongue. "It suits you, Lyra. I'm Shanks the Captain this ship and its crew."

Lyra's white hair floated gently on the breeze as she watched him with a hint of fascination. "Shanks, the man unafraid of the unknown. Tell me more about your adventures, the legendary battles you've fought, and the tales you've gathered during your time as a pirate."

Shanks chuckled softly. "Ah, Lyra, where should I even begin? I've crossed paths with legendary figures, been to the Grand Line, and witnessed the birth of a future Pirate King. But my most cherished adventures aren't in battles or treasures, but in the bonds I've formed with my crew and the memories we've created."

Lyra nodded thoughtfully. "A Pirate King, you say? That must be quite the journey. What does it take to become a king among pirates?"

Shanks leaned back against the boat's railing, the wind ruffling his vibrant hair. "Strength, resilience, and a steadfast determination to achieve one's goals. But more than anything, it's about inspiring others to follow you. It's about being a captain who can lead their crew through the harshest storms and emerge victorious."

Lyra's eyes glittered with curiosity, and her voice carried a sense of wonder as she asked, "And what kind of captain are you, Shanks?"

Shanks looked at the horizon, where the last rays of the sun painted the sea in hues of red and gold. "I'd like to think I'm a captain who values freedom above all else, who encourages my crew to chase their dreams and to be their true selves. It's not about commanding fear; it's about earning respect."

As the conversation between Lyra and Shanks flowed with the gentle rhythm of the ocean, Lyra couldn't help but be captivated by the charismatic pirate captain. Shanks' description of the kind of captain he aspired to be resonated deeply within her.

Lyra's opal eyes glistened as she listened to Shanks' tales. The scars that marked his body, the glint of his eyes as he spoke of his adventures, and the subtle vulnerability he occasionally revealed drew her deeper into his aura. In that moment, she realized that the encounter with Shanks might be more than just a passing thrill; it could be the beginning of something extraordinary.

The night sky had grown dark and the stars shimmered above, mirroring the gleam in Lyra's eyes. She continued to listen to Shanks' stories with rapt attention, all the while contemplating how a man who inspired freedom on the seas could affect her own enigmatic existence.

As Shanks continued to recount his tales of adventure to the curious siren, he couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. The ethereal beauty of the siren, her opal-like eyes and the mesmerizing quality of her voice, all left an indelible impression on him. He found himself drawn to her, not just out of fascination but out of genuine interest.

Amidst his stories of grand battles and the pursuit of the One Piece, Shanks had found an unusual companion beneath the moonlit sky. The siren, once a potential threat, now sat beside him, her sharp teeth concealed by a seemingly innocent smile. He had managed to enthrall her, not through combat, but through shared stories and camaraderie.

The more he learned about the siren, the more he was struck by the contrast between her dangerous nature and her curiosity. Shanks couldn't help but find her adorable in a slightly terrifying way. Her unpredictability and the dangerous aura that surrounded her only added to the intrigue. She was a unique, enigmatic creature that had defied his expectations.

In the dark of the night, with the gentle lapping of the waves as the backdrop to their exchange, Shanks realized that this meeting was a rare and precious experience. He continued to share his stories, his red hair gleaming in the moonlight, as he contemplated the captivating siren who had entered his world, and the enchanting ways in which she had ensnared his interest.

As the night deepened and the siren's haunting melody continued to wash over the calm seas, Shanks and his crew found themselves caught in a surreal experience. The red-haired man who had dared to face the siren's allure was now growing visibly weary, his eyes heavy with fatigue. His once-strong and alert demeanor began to wane as the hypnotic tunes played on.

Captivated by the siren's dark and ethereal beauty, Shanks felt a strange mix of fear and fascination. He, who had faced numerous threats on the Grand Line and beyond, now found himself drawn into the irresistible depths of the siren's song.

Just when he thought he might yield to the mysterious call, the siren chose an unexpected path. Instead of dragging him overboard into the treacherous waters, she moved with a swiftness that took Shanks by surprise. In a daring act, she planted a fleeting but enchanting kiss on his cheek, sending a thrill through his entire being.

With a mischievous laugh and a series of echoing trills, the siren flung herself back into the ocean's depths, her luminous silhouette disappearing into the dark water. Shanks was left in a state of wonder, his heart pounding, and his crew members gathered around him, eager to know what had transpired.

Shanks, a hint of bemusement on his face, struggled to find words to describe the enigmatic creature that had ensnared their senses. He had encountered a predator of the sea, a being of unfathomable allure, yet she had chosen to spare him in a way that defied understanding.

The siren's song, at once darkly captivating and mysteriously alluring, continued to linger in the night air. The Red-Haired Pirates sailed away, carrying the unforgettable story of their encounter with the bewitching and perilous siren of the deep.

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[groshia-vgen-comm-open]

My Yume 💗

vgen | carrd

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[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.

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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

#opla #one piece live action #one piece #one piece netflix #opla shanks #opla luffy #live action shanks #red haired shanks #monkey d. luffy #shanks x oc #opla shanks x reader #shanks x reader #akagami no shanks #reader insert

[firaloveatea]

Shanks: *drinking coffe* Della, you're a strange one to figure out.

Della: *looks at him with a raised brow*

Shanks: you don't trust bad boys, but you married one.

Della: I also scare the Marines.

Shanks: you proved my point *sips his coffee, proud of his wife*

#modern family #original character #one piece #one piece oc #one piece original character #Shanks #Shanks x oc #Chaos House #fanfiction

[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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[zoros-onigiri]

Shanks who can put absolute horror in the strongest men alive. Shanks who has the power to destroy an entire fleet. Shanks who ends wars by simply showing up and striking fear into anyone foolish enough to consider fighting his crew.

Shanks who loves nothing more than drinking and horseplay with his dearly beloved Siren. And spending day and night between her thighs.

Shanks who after being apart from Addie, instantly rushed to scoop her up, engulfing her in him, and planting a rough, sloppy kiss to her cheek with the brightest smile you could imagine.

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[tome-weaver]

Me and Mine Snippet

Me and Mine (also known to my friend as the Mumma Dragon Au) will be the first fic I post here on tumblr! Working on getting it ready for y'all to fully read but for now here's a snippet for you from chapter 1!

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The beaches of Foosha don’t get very many visitors at this time of the night. The time when the moon is passing its apex and beginning its descent from the sky. And yet on this particular beach there’s a disturbance of the sand. As the temperature drops in a way it shouldn’t in the middle of the summer. Unknown to the inhabitants of the island, a visitor appears on this deserted beach in the centre of a strange runic circle. As the circle fades from the sand so does the cold, retreating back to its owner.

This visitor is unlike anyone who lives on Dawn Island. Pure silver hair, flowing like mercury, dark skin with strange tattoo-like markings scattered all across their body, startling pale blue eyes (almost white), long pointed ears covered in precious jewels and metals, and a white dress-like robe that floats around their calves like clouds.

This visitor is here on a mission. They felt it when their dearest friend t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶ had come back into the world. They felt the sun burn brighter bring warmth to their cold s̶c̶a̶l̶e̶s̶ skin, heard the drums (if only for a few seconds) and saw as the seas calmed from the feeling of its counterparts return (liberation and freedom, two sides of the same coin). And so here they are seven years after they saw the signs, finally having tracked down what island their friend should be on. It took a long while, aside from those original signs that were only there for a few moments, the aura of their friend has been… suppressed to say the least. It was almost nonexistent.

But here, on this island, they could feel it stronger. This was the one! This is where they could reunite with their f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶ friend. Although that would have to wait until morning. Everyone that lived in and around this village was dead asleep. Not a peep was to be heard from the village itself, from the forest they could hear the sound of the nocturnal creatures running amok.

Humans were such strange creatures. Fun, yes, but strange. Dragons don’t need nearly as much sleep as they do.

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[lale-txt]

❀ prettiest little blossom w/ Uta, Shanks & F!S/I (found family)

a/n: the happiest birthday to my dear @pebbsie ♡ i queued this so hopefully you'll wake up to this little surprise! when you told me about this idea i knew immediately that i wanted to write it for you. hope you'll enjoy reading it! i'm so weak for that little family of yours. love you lots and sending you many hugs & smooches! happy, happy birthday, dear!

word count: 1.3k

Chloris could feel the curious pair of eyes lingering on her long before she spotted the red and white shock of hair in between the flowerbeds. She smiled over the friendly intrusion and put down the small watering can before she got up from her knees, wiping her hands on the apron around her waist. Her gaze softened when she leaned over, taking a peak at the little girl squatting in a sea of white camellias.

“My pretty little blossom”, she cooed and reached out to rest a hand on top of the girl’s head, Uta leaning into her touch like a tiny housecat. “Were you hiding in here?” “You seemed busy, mom. I didn’t want to disturb you”, the child pouted. Big eyes looked up to Chloris and she could feel her heart soften once again. She could never resist the charm of the little one – she didn’t want to, this was her daughter after all. They might not be related by blood, but it was faith which brought them together, wrapping its red strings around them so tightly. It’s been a year almost and ever since her love for Uta only grew with every day passing by. 

“Come here”, she said, her voice soft, and picked the girl up, embracing her in a way only a mother could. Uta nestled her face in the crook of Chloris’ neck, melting into the warm hug as she clings to her with no intentions of ever letting go. When Chloris started rubbing her back gently, Uta would have started purring if she could; she was content and happy in her mom’s arms.

“Do you want to help me water the garden?” 

Uta’s face lit up and she nodded eagerly, peppering her mother with kisses on the cheeks. She always loved being in the garden with Chloris, enjoying the calming presence of the herbalist in the midst of a rowdy crew – who she all loved dearly, they were her family after all – but sometimes all she yearned for was her mother’s touch and her gentle, encouraging words. Chloris rolled Uta’s sleeves up carefully after she put her down, giggling over the enthusiasm that was written all over the girl’s face when she was running off to fill the watering can.

They started with a flowerbed rich in red, pink and white colors. Chloris instructed Uta gently on how much water the camellias needed, keeping a close eye on her and praising her when she did a great job, putting a big smile on Uta’s lips.

“Did you know that camellias have different meanings, depending on their color?” Uta shook her head and scooted closer, listening eagerly when Chloris cupped different blossoms with her elegant hand. “See the white ones you just hid in? Their meaning is ‘You’re adorable’ which I can only agree with.” She laughed and playfully tapped Uta’s nose, making the girl snicker. “The pink ones stand for longing while the red ones… well, you could say ‘You’re a Flame in My Heart’.”

Uta sticked out her tongue at the cheesy meaning, but then gazed up to her mother again. “Sounds like something daddy would say when he kisses you, mom.” Chloris raised an eyebrow and then laughed again, surprised by the wittiness of the little kid. She sure had a sharp mind and knew her father inside out. It’s as if she saw that Shanks was a romantic at heart, murmuring the sweetest words into Chloris’ ears any given time of the day, hopelessly in love with his fiancée.

“What are those, mom?” Uta pointed to the next flowerbed with similar colors but differently shaped blossoms. “Carnations”, Chloris replied and reached for one to put it behind Uta’s ear. “They have various meanings but one of them is mother’s love.” Uta’s eyes widened and she looked back and forth between the carnations and Chloris, one hand feeling for the flower she just placed on her. “Now I look as pretty as you, mom!” Chloris chuckled and pulled the little girl into a hug, tiny arms wrapping around her neck. “Out of all flowers you’re the prettiest little blossom anyway.”

Uta squeezed her mother even tighter, almost vibrating in joy over her praise. She was a child raised by pirates who was unafraid and clever, and just like her father she’s drawn to kindness; radiating around Chloris as if she was the sun. She still remembered the soft hands that nurtured her back to health. Her wish to never have to let go of them came true when Chloris joined the crew and set sail with them. Ever since not a day passed by where Uta didn’t sing for her mother, making up new songs for her and learning the ones Chloris’ remembered hearing from her mother, passed down to a future generation. And at night, when they sang a lullaby together, Uta wished to the stars that they’ll always and forever be together.

“Knew I’d find you two here.”

A pair of strong arms embraced mother and daughter, pulling them close to a broad and familiar chest. Shanks placed a kiss on top of their heads, hugging his little family close. Uta’s protests about how she’s getting squished between them get muffled and are immediately forgotten when both her parents placed a kiss on each cheek of hers, making her grin from ear to ear. Chloris leaned her head against Shanks’ shoulder, gazing up to him lovingly. Having him visit her in the garden always made her heart flutter and the flowers in her hair blossom wide open. 

“Mom is teaching me about flowers and their meanings”, Uta explained proudly and told her dad what she just learned about camellias and carnations, always glancing up to Chloris who gives her encouraging nods and a warm smile. She was so proud of that little girl and couldn’t wait to see the strong, fearless and yet kind woman she will grow into; all while wishing she would stay this small forever – a mother’s heart being a little unreasonable maybe, but just hoping for the best for her daughter. 

“You’re so clever, my little sweet pea”, Shanks cooed and placed a kiss on Uta’s forehead while ruffling her hair, much to her disgruntlement and Chloris knew she’d have to fix her hairdo for her once again because her father always messed it up. She grinned over the little rituals they’ve made in only under a year of sailing together and she knew there were many, many more to come. 

“What’s the name of this one, mom?” Uta pointed to another flowerbed that radiated a strong scent, similar to chrysanthemums. Chloris' eyes followed the outstretched finger and when she realized which flowers her daughter meant, her gaze softened. She placed a kiss on Shanks’ cheek, then one on Uta’s while hugging both of them closer.

“Those are yarrows, my dear. They’re very useful in medicine, Hongo uses them often”, Chloris responds while Uta nods along eagerly. Because Chloris nurtured her back to health with the help of plants and herbs, Uta was very curious about how nature could be used to cure all kinds of illnesses. The yarrows swayed gently in the wind, tiny dots of rainbow colors growing densely packed. “You know what they stand for?” Uta shook her head and peaked up to her dad as if he could know the answer, but he also shook his head and looked at his lover eagerly, a smile curling up on his lips. 

“Everlasting love…”

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[aukkuli]

Estella: Look, I know we don't always see Eye to eye but-

Shanks: That's because your too short to do soi.

Estella: ...Listen here you fucking-

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[daisies-daydreams]

Flowers of the Moon (Shanks x OP!OC!Lilian - Platonic)

Pairing: Shanks x OP!OC!Lilian Category: Fluff/Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Depictions of Injuries (Blood/Concussions), Swearing, Depictions of Nightmares/Fear of Abandonment, Trauma Word Count: 1.8k+

Summary: The Red-Hair Pirates decide to surprise Lilian with something special. During breakfast, someone accidentally throws a bottle and knocks her out cold. What will become of the new Red-Hair pirate?

A/N: Requested by @shadytidalwavehideout. Thank you so much for your patience with this story. I hope you enjoy!

The Found Voyager (Prequel)

“I’ve never seen a jellyfish before,” Lilian said as she peeked up from the cards slotted in her hands. She and some other crew members were playing poker, cigars smoldering in individual ashtrays as a pungent cloud rolled over the dark room.

"Where's this coming from?" Shanks asked as he eyed the chips sitting in front of him. The princess pursed her lips.

"I saw a woman and her child in a shop the other day. The child wanted to buy a jellyfish plushie...but-" Lilian paused and pursed her lips again.

"But what, Lilian?" Lucky Roux piped up. She ruminated for a moment before sighing.

"But it didn't look like a fish at all!" she exclaimed. Everyone tried to hold back some snickers as Lilian pouted.

"What?" she frowned.

"Nothing," Shanks drawled before taking a swig from his whiskey. Lilian hummed as she went back to focusing on the game. Well...almost.

"Are jellyfish friendly?" she piped up. Everyone exchanged nervous glances.

"Uh...not exactly," Yasopp replied. Hongo pulled his cards away from his crew-mate's prying eyes. Lilian hummed.

"I'd still like to see them someday. Even if it's just one," she said with a sigh. "Okay, I think I'm going to call," she said. The men's jaws dropped as she laid her cards out. "The numbers aren't matching, but-"

"A royal flush!?" Benn gaped.

"How? It's like your first time playing!" Lucky Roux spluttered. Lilian giggled and shrugged.

"Beginner's luck, I guess," she smiled sheepishly. They all threw down their cards before pushing their towers of chips towards her. Lilian tilted her head before grabbing one of the smooth pieces and eyeing it curiously.

"Those aren't actually chips," Limejuice snorted. Shanks shot him a glare while Lilian blushed and set the piece down.

"I knew that..." she muttered as her cheeks turned visibly pink. Yasopp yawned loudly and stretched his arms above his head.

"Man, I'm beat," he smacked his lips.

"In more ways than one," Hongo teased with a smirk. The long-haired man rolled his eyes before putting out his cigar. Lilian yawned too.

"I'm pretty tired, too," she sighed as she slowly rose to her feet. Everyone said their goodnight's before Lilian started making her way towards her quarters.

"Lilian!" Shanks called as he rushed up to her. She perked her head up as her captain jogged to her side, his face stuck in his usual grin. "I just wanted to let you know that I have a surprise for you tomorrow," Shanks smiled ear-to-ear. Her mismatched eyes lit up as she gasped.

"Really?" she beamed. Shanks chuckled and nodded. Lillian squealed excitedly before pulling the red-haired man into a tight hug.

"It won't come until nightfall, but I thought I'd let you know ahead of time," he grinned as he slipped his hands into his pockets. Lilian's eyes sparkled before she pecked his cheek.

"That's okay - I'm just excited to figure out what it is," she beamed. Shanks chuckled softly as he watched her walk to her door. Lilian paused and gave him a smile.

"Goodnight, Captain. I hope you have pleasant dreams!" she chirped. Shanks' gaze softened as he gave her a short nod.

"Thanks, Lilian. You too," he said with a small wave. Lilian slipped into her room, her heart skipping a beat as she wondered about what her surprise could be.

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The sound of waves lapping at the side of the ship and seagulls cawing outside pulled Lilian from her peaceful sleep. She yawned and rolled over in her bed, the smell of pancakes and other sweet breakfast foods lingering in the air. The princess smiled brightly as she slipped out of bed and prepared for the day. She hummed to herself as she brushed her long, pink hair before the meal bell suddenly rang.

"Breakfast!" Lucky Roux shrieked. Her eyes lit up as her stomach growled. She tucked her into her shoes before strolling down the hallway, her silky, white dress billowing as she moved like a butterfly.

“Good morning, everyone!” she chirped as she walked into the galley.

“Good morning,” they all replied, some more awake than others. She smiled when Shanks pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his stubble-covered chin slightly tickling her soft face.

“Morning, Lilian,” the captain flashed her a bright smile. She grinned and kissed his cheek in return as she took the empty seat next to him and Benn. The young woman smiled as she turned to the plate set out before her: fluffy pancakes, hashbrowns, and a colorful fruit salad.

“This looks amazing,” Lilian said as she admired Lucky’s cooking. Her compliment made the cook puff out his chest a little as everyone began to return to their casual chatter. The young woman sighed as she savored every bite of her breakfast.

“Are you excited for your surprise tonight?” Shanks asked as he leaned against the table. Lilian’s eyes lit up as she nodded.

“Yes! I can't wait to see-“

The sound of something flying through the air made Lilian whip her head around. Her eyes widened right before a large bottle of brandy smacked her in the forehead. A horrendous thud rang out through the room before she collapsed onto the floor.

Shank’s eyes grew wide while Hongo immediately made his way over to her side. The captain clenched his jaw as he curled his hands into tight fists.

“Who threw that bottle?” the man asked, his tone so cold it could freeze the entire room. Everyone glanced at each other, their faces mixed with worry and rage. Hongo gently picked her up and examined her.

“I'll take her to the infirmary,” he said with a slightly pale face. Shanks simply gave a brief nod while the doctor scooped Lilian into his strong arms and carried her out of the room. Shanks' eyes widened when he saw a streak of crimson flowing down her forehead. He rested his palms on the table as he leaned forward, the wood creaking beneath his palms.

“Who. Threw. The. Bottle,” he repeated, his voice growing more tense with each word he uttered. Everyone looked around, their faces wrought with tense emotions before Gabb shuffled in his chair. Several heads whipped over as Shanks parted his lips.

"Gabb," he beckoned. The giant, long-haired man frowned as he gazed down at his lap in shame.

“I-It was an accident," he mumbled, his eyes glossy with tears. Shanks exhaled sharply as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't even speak as he opened his eyes again, simply choosing to stare at the shaking man across from him.

"Everyone go on about your day," the captain said before he slipped out of the room, his fists swinging at his sides as he made his way to the infirmary.

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Lilian slowly blinked her eyes, her head spinning as her delicate body rested against a small patch of cloud. She rubbed her heterochromatic eyes before stretching her legs out. The young woman gasped as she looked around her. Several lush, green plants waved in the gentle wind as clouds tumbled and rolled through the gardens.

She wrinkled her nose as a thin branch from the weeping willow above her brushed against her face.

"What?" she breathed as she slowly rose to her feet. She remained hidden behind the curtain of willow branches as she took in her surroundings. "I'm...home?" Lilian gasped. Several colorful birds chirped and fluttered around.

Despite the memories this garden held, she strangely felt at peace standing on the soft garden floor. She squinted her eyes as she stepped out onto the main path. Lilian gasped when a cloud fox suddenly appeared in front of her. The white-furred creature tilted its head and flicked it's tail back and forth. She held her breath as she dropped down to one knee.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you," she whispered while holding her hand out. The fox seemed curious as it took a step forward, but the sound of a twig snapping made it flinch and rush away.

“W-Wait!” she yelled as she followed it around the giant fountain at the center of the Cloud Gardens. "Please, don't go! I didn't mean to startle you!" Lilian called. She gasped when her foot was suddenly caught in a piece of cloud. The young woman furrowed her brows before it started to pull her down. She yelped as she fell to the ground, her hands burning as she caught herself.

"No, no please!" she begged while desperately clawing at any solid surface she could find. Tears welled in her eyes as she tilted her head up, the weight of the cloud still dragging her down. The fox stood in front of her - it's posture stiff and stoic as it watched her descend. Lilian cried as she reached for the white-haired creature.

“Eddie, please, help me!” Lilian begged as she held out her hand. The creature was replaced by the visage of her older brother who simply stared her down. His face was shrouded with a dark shadow, his eyes glowing a malicious white as he tilted his chin up.

"You're no sister of mine," he uttered in a voice as loud as thunder. Lilian sobbed as her whole body was consumed by the thick cloud.

“Please! Help me!”

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“Help me!” Lilian shrieked. She gasped and opened her eyes when she felt a pair of strong hands grab her upper arms. The princess gazed into Shank’s worried eyes as he furrowed his brows.

“It’s okay, Lilian,” he said softly. "You're safe," the captain whispered. She trembled as he wiped the steady stream of tears from her cheeks. The red-haired man grunted when she suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, shoving her face into his broad shoulder. Shanks sighed as he patted her upper back. “Shh, you’re safe now,” the captain reassured her. Lilian sniffed.

“I-I-“ she cut herself off when a sharp pain suddenly shot through her skull. Lilian yelped and pulled her head back, her forehead throbbing in pain. Shanks frowned as he sank back into the chair beside her bed.

“Hongo said you’ll be okay. Just a small concussion and a cut, but it should heal in no time,” the red-haired man gave her a reassuring smile. Lilian sighed as she sank into the mattress. “How are you feeling?” he said while clearing his throat. She bit the inside of her cheek as she twiddled her thumbs.

“Like someone dropped a whole crate on my head,” she answered candidly. Shanks nodded and sighed. His eyes seemed distant for a moment as he paused.

“You were screaming a lot in your sleep,” he said. Lilian’s cheeks flushed with red as she gazed down at her lap. “Do you want to talk about it?” Shanks asked. The young woman swallowed thickly as she squeezed her hands together. Several minutes passed before she finally spoke.

“I was back home on Fairygod Island,” she began, her voice hushed as if she were telling a secret. Shanks listened intently as he slid his hand into hers. “I woke up in the palace gardens and was following this mysterious cloud fox. And then…” Lilian trailed off as a lump formed in her throat.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Shanks reassured her with a squeeze of her hand. Lilian sniffed again and shook her head.

“N-No. It's just...” she curled and uncurled her fists. "I saw my older brother, Eddie," the princess confessed. Shanks blinked as he straightened up in his chair. Lilian rubbed her temples as she closed her eyes.

"I...I didn't even say goodbye before I left," her eyes watered again as her heart clenched. Shanks rubbed her back gently as she choked on a sob. "I was so worried about being caught. I just...I wish I could see him again and tell him how sorry I am," her bottom lip trembled. She turned her head when he heard sniffling in the doorway. Lilian gasped as the whole crew was crowding at the threshold of the infirmary.

"You're so kind, Lilian!" Lucky Roux sniffled. The other crew members wore solemn expressions as they filed inside and pressed a quick kiss to her cheeks. Lilian squeezed her hands together as she bit the inside of her cheek.

"I'm not," she sighed as she pulled her legs up to her chest. "I'm terrible, leaving my brother like that," Lilian frowned and gazed down at her covered feet. Everyone in the room remained silent before Hongo stepped forward. He rested his hand over hers as he gazed into her eyes gently.

"Anyone in your situation would have left as quickly as possible," he said as he squeezed her palm. Lilian's breath hitched at his kind words as her frown remained. "It's okay, Lilian. I'm sure your brother would understand," the doctor grinned warmly. The young lady gave him a small smile as Hongo slipped his hand back to his side.

"Thank you, Hongo," she said. He smiled and gave a short bow. Lilian's eyes began to grow heavy as she yawned.

"Alright everyone, visiting hours are over," the tall man said as he shooed the crewmembers away.

"But we just got here," Limejuice sighed. Hongo huffed as he watched them leave. His eyes softened when he turned back to Lilian.

"Get some good rest, okay?" he smiled gently as he helped lay her down on her back. Lilian returned his warm expression as she nodded slowly.

"Okay," she sighed as her heavy eyelids draped down, sealing her in a deep, peaceful sleep.

+++

Lilian gasped when she was woken up again. Gabb flinched and stumbled back as he held his hand up.

"I-I'm sorry," he said while bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. The princess blinked her eyes a few times and stretched her arms and legs.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean to startle me," she smiled. Gabb averted her gaze as he wrung his hands.

"I-I just came down to fetch you for your surprise...a-and tell you that I'm sorry about hitting you with a bottle this morning," he frowned. Lilian knitted her brows before she laid a hand on his bulky arm. The massive man relaxed beneath her delicate touch as she grinned brightly.

"It's okay, Gabb. I know you didn't mean any harm," she beamed. Gabb gave a small, nervous smile as he took a deep breath.

"Would you like me to carry you, Miss Lilian?" he asked. Her heart melted at his kind gesture as she placed a hand over her chest.

"Oh, that's very kind of you...but let me see if I can walk first," she smiled gracefully. Gabb grunted as he stayed near her bedside. Lilian's head didn't throb like it did before as she laid her feet on the cold floor. She shivered and wrapped the blanket around her lithe body before slowly standing up. Lilian yelped as her feet nearly gave out under her before Gabb swooped her up in his massive arms. Her heart raced at the sudden movement while he cleared his throat.

"Here," he murmured as he helped stabilize her. Lilian swayed a little before she finally found stability on the floor. She took a deep breath before smiling up at Gabb. The two of them interlocked their arms as he escorted her to the upper deck. Lilian squinted her eyes as she scanned the dark area.

"Where are the lanterns?" she asked. Gabb gave her a bright grin before leading her towards the railing of the ship. Lilian's heart nearly stopped when she looked out to see over a thousand glowing jellyfish dancing in the calm waves. A small breath left her as she leaned on the railing, her eyes glowing brightly as she watched the creatures swim and twirl in the crystal clear waters.

"Wow," she breathed.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Shanks sighed next to her. Lilian turned to her captain, her head spinning a little as she nodded.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," the young woman murmured, her heart fluttering at the sight before her. Shanks chuckled as he rested his forearms on the ledge.

"The locals call them 'Flowers of the Moon'," he said before taking a swig from his flask.

"I can see why," Lilian giggled as she leaned forward, her pink hair swaying in the gentle breeze. The crew remained quiet as the multitude of colorful jellyfish swam around their ship. Lilian sighed as she glanced around at the crew.

"Something wrong?" Shanks asked. She blinked and gave a small smile.

"I'm just happy that you all accepted me as a part of your family," she murmured sweetly. Shanks' expression grew soft before he pulled her into a warm embrace.

"You're welcome, Lilian," he whispered gently. The young princess' heart glowed brighter than the creatures below as she continued to spend time with her beloved Red-Hair pirates...her family.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[roryyyn]

My persona from One Piece (Aurora or Rorynn). The (biological) daughter of the famous Yonko. Red-Head Shanks. That the pussy’s too scared to even to talk to her own dad or meet him.

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[shanksbaby]

Shanks x Fem!Reader - Old Love

you are one of the members of the Straw Hat crew, you have recently become one in reality. You have been following in the footsteps of your captain Luffy for about a year and a half, you decided to be a part of it when you met him on an island that he was liberating from the world government.

being with the Straw Hats is one of the best things that ever happened to you. There hasn't been a day since you've been with them that you've felt sad or bored. If they saw you down there were already Usopp, Luffy and Chopper to make you laugh; and there was Sanji who was ready to cook you the most delicious dishes.

so you can't help but feel lucky. You are now on the island of Bourgeois, you will stop for a few days and then leave, due to the lack of supplies you were forced to stay on this island.

you and Nami took the opportunity to stop and do some shopping, you spent the day squandering the treasure you captured a week earlier. Have you bought designer clothes, bathing suits, hot lingerie (especially for you as you were trying to pass an old story behind you, and what better way than through sex with strangers?)

after a ( tiring ) day of shopping go back to your companions, and even before setting foot on the ship you hear Luffy's voice screaming from the latter

" Y\N! Nami! Get ready tonight we feast, an old friend is here"

Oh! how much you loved when you feasted, you loved eating in company, especially when there was a lot of food. You were already preparing to taste whatever delicacy Sanji had prepared, your happiness drops immediately.

the friend your captain was talking about was your ex, Shanks. Your gazes meet, both of you are surprised to see each other's faces, both you and Shanks have probably imagined never meeting again.

what should you do? go say hello? and pretend those years together and the break up didn't happen? you don't know what to do, and you stare at him, you actually stare at each other. It seems that he too is undecided, but luckily your companions save you, who greet him and start chatting with him.

during the evening you sit away from him, and mutter only a few words, never directed at him, and you get up early from the banquet inventing an excuse. You couldn't still be close to that man, not after what he did to you: he left you, and above all he left you on that island.

tsk, and now you're supposed to act like nothing happened? like it's a new face? No thank you. Seeing him converse so cheerfully as if you weren't in the presence of him, the person he swore he loved and then treated like an old object makes you feel sick. Not to mention he's seeing a person right now.

your stream of thoughts is interrupted by a familiar, all too familiar voice.

"Y\N " Shanks says with an almost uncertain voice, you've never seen him like this " I wanted to talk to you…"

"About what? How you left me like trash or how you came here acting like I wasn't there?"

he flinch at your words. "I wanted to apologize for how it went and for leaving you like that."

you don't reply to him, you simply turn to look at the calm waves of the ocean, you don't want to look at him or talk to him. What should you answer to these words? Okay, is all forgiven? Fuck, nope. You don't want to be mad at him forever (he was a friend first anyway) but right now you don't see why you forgive him.

" I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" he speaks after a few minutes of silence " I know you don't bel-"

" Shut up " you interrupt him "I don't want to hear your bullshit" you give him a fiery glare again "I don't care what your intentions were, you still hurt me."

" And you are absolutely right. And I know that after stranding you on an island I don't deserve to say it, but it wasn't an easy choice. I didn't do it overnight, I wish you understood that"

a bitter laugh escapes you at those words " And do you think it was easy to have a stable relationship one day and then the next day to give up, not even giving the time to try to understand what happened?"

"It wasn't easy for both of us"

"yeah"

more minutes of silence pass and you think that if you had met Shanks a year ago you would have killed him, and you would not have had this reaction, now you are calmer, perhaps a sign of the fact that the wound is healing.

"Anyway, I find you really good you know? And the underwear you bought with Nami is really -" you immediately punch him in the stomach angry at the words he just said. Always been a pervert.

"You stayed the same, a pervert! "

"And you remained the usual violent one" but as soon as he sees your gaze he hastens to add an apology

" …You know, I'm still mad at you, don't pretend to be friends. Not that I don't want to be your friend anymore, but right now I can't"

"I know, I'll wait when you're ready"and he gives you one of those smiles that you fell in love with, and you realize that you're never really over it, you still love him.

after these words, he leaves, withdrawing from his companions. You can't help but look at him from afar with bitterness.

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