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sashi-ya · 10 months

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⭒ pairing: shanks x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @thestrawberryshinigami ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Dress by Taylor Swift 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. maybe a little bit angsty. cheating. aphrodisiacs. fingering. vag. oral. sex in elevator| wc: 2k ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“We can’t let this happen again, (Name).-” he says, putting back his suit. Troubled.

His red hair, a little wet from sweating, falls so beautifully over his caramel skinned face. The scars on his left eye always look so attractive at night.

“Shanks… but, I-“ you murmur, fixing the strap of your beautiful crimson dress.

Your hair looks messy, and you wonder why you had it done before the party if you were to get in bed with him.

His strong manly hand reaches for yours; he helps you stand up from the bed of that hotel room kilometres away from home. He has left your city a while ago, but you worked together. Him, the CEO of a company he always wanted to create; You, the boss of your city’s subsidiary. Still, both, best friends since school days.

“They will be waiting for us, come on” he whispers. His grip is delicate, and yet still dominant. The façade in which he is a serious entrepreneur feels so fake to you. Shanks is to you, a free, playful boy. Kinda addicted to alcohol, too.

You nod; looking at the floor with eyes on fire looking for tears to cool them down. His index, reaching for your chin, lifts it up. Gazes meeting, it’s hard for him to process what just happened in between you two.

As you stand up, in silence, you take some air. You need to tell him the truth. None of this has been a coincidence, but a consequence of your forever crush with him.

“Shanks, I… I don’t want to be your bes-“ you say, as he walks out the door of that messy room. But his phone chimes loudly, and there is no point in keep on talking now.

You walk outside too, following him from behind. Your heels are a pain to walk in, specially because your legs have been left trembling. He did it to you. When he used his fingers inside you, when he devoured you. And the way his grunts still sound in your head.

The hall of the third floor seems to disappear and the only thing you can see, is the wide back of the man you love wearing that formal attire… if they only knew how dirty we were when we were kids…

Shanks turns around when he finally stop talking on the phone. His fiancée, a woman you know he never loved, asked him about his day.

“Hey, come on” he stretches his arm towards you.

You give him a soft smile; a painful smile. “Yes… Sorry I am not… I’m coming” you murmur, taking a closer look at the commissure of his lips before getting into the elevator.

When you two get inside, and the air feels low. You take your thumb to his lips. Dragging it over them, he widens his beautiful red eyes. “Wh- what is it?” he stutters, grabbing your wrist with strength.

“You had lipstick marks…” you sigh, swinging your hand to make him let go of your arm and turn around.

Some seconds, or perhaps even less, separate your actions from his.

Shanks, so irresistibly, passes his arm around your waist from behind. His body pressed against yours, your back on his chest, your ass on his lap. His nose buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was the last time.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way” he whispers in pain, resting his body weight on your back.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way, either…” you lie. And you don’t. Because even if you could feel he made love to you, he is marrying another woman anyway.

The 2 turns to 1 in the elevator display, so he lets go. But you felt as if he didn’t want it to.

A luxurious gathering explodes in your faces. Shanks sake company have become very popular, expanding to almost every country in the world. Things have changed since the very first time.

As you walk by his side, people nod and smile at you two. They are all hungry to become closer to you. Everybody knows you two are best friends; but nobody knows how much you love him. Much less, what has just happened a few floors above the party.

While he is trapped by investors and influential people, you decide to walk to your table. The refined music of a live orchestra only sounds like buzzing sounds in your head. Your skin still feels warm from sex, and you could swear your cheeks show a certain glow too.

Your colleagues salute you, but as soon as they start chatting and blabbering about work, you can’t keep up with their conversation. Instead, your eyes can only fix on the image of your red-haired lover, friend, boss?

Soon the food arrives, and you simply focus on it -even if you can’t eat a single piece of it-. But, the wine does enter into your system as if it was a sacred elixir in which you depend not to lose your head.

But your eyes, they keep looking for his gaze. Because he has left his arms marked into your body, and there is nothing that could erase the feeling. Like a tattoo, his kisses on your neck and the rest of your body have been left.

The maître offers you yet another cup. And whenever he does, you notice Shanks burning stare from the main table, looking at you. It feels like paralyzing, like a strong force making you weak.

Taking the risk, however, of becoming as drunk as a pirate, you take one, two, three cups of that red, strong beverage. Like acrid blood meaning to soothe the need to stand up and kiss his lips endlessly into the night, ignoring the rest of the people.

Your colleagues have noticed. His too. Who cares right now, if the songs have become slower and sexier, and the lights around have tinted everything in crimson hues.

The presentation of a new product is about to start, and as Shanks stands up, he walks to the scenery fixing the red tie he used to tie your wrists earlier.

He speaks on the microphone, like a showman. Charismatic and handsome, even making straight men to doubt about his sexualities.

The new product, a sake infused with several spices, ginseng, and strawberries, presented like the ultimate aphrodisiac for refined clients. The name, a total surprise, is about to be revealed…

“ We have worked a lot with one of my most adored colleagues to develop this amazing new product that you all will be able to enjoy briefly. I wanna thank her, and what better way to do so than naming the product after her…” he says, lifting the cup on the hand that surrounded your neck a few hours ago.

You widen your eyes, receiving the cup in your hand for you to cheer. “Say my name and I won’t be able to hold back…” you think, with lips separated and your eyes fixed on his.

“The name of this sexy bottle will be… [RED (Name)]! Thank you so much for collaboration, my dear… best friend and colleague. Cheers to you. Applause, please!” he chimes, so immorally, playing with the strings of your hearts and the innocence of everyone around.

Your colleagues make you stand up, as they proudly clap to your figure. They all taste the honeys of your work with him, they all claim is the best cup of alcohol his tongue have tasted.

Your legs feel like dropping. Your eyes trying not to burst. The lights messing with your head. A stare that pleads in pain for him to be at least a little merciful with your heart.

The whispering commentaries, that soon reach your ears, make you wanna run away.

“Her dress is as red as the whole bottle” … yes, and I bought it just for him to take it off me. “Do you think she is indeed Shanks best friend?” … you are right, I am not. “She must be fucking him…” “but he has a fiancee!” “So what?”

Yes… so what?

When the focus finally leaves your body, you sit back down. You chug yet another cup, and then another one. Wine, your special sake, champagne too.

You watch Shanks so nonchalantly go back to his seat, surrounded yet for even more investors. He maintains a façade that feels so fake and yet so real at the same time. Many women surround him, they all clearly flirt with him. And it’s almost impossible to see him now, as their bodies cover his image.

And you can’t take it no more. No more, please… You stand up and leave the party. You can’t handle it no more, so many fake smiles, the stare of the people after your name has been revealed to be the name of his new product. Am I a simple name, Shanks? A sexy inspiration?

The elevator arrives, and you enter. Quick enough so nobody else could get in, repeatedly touching the number three so that the door would close faster.

But just like a hurtful metaphor of the love that won’t leave you alone, a hand stops the doors from closing.

“(Name)…” Shanks says, entering into the elevator and letting the doors to finally close behind him.

“Leave me alone. I don’t want to be in the party no more. Please, go back. They will suspect…” you try to sound convincing, even if your heart would only wish for him to stay.

But your words got cut, by the lips of that man crashing against yours. Your back, hitting the mirrored wall behind you, his overpowering body on yours, your hands pinned over your head.

“I am sorry” he barely mumbles, so that he is quickly back at your lips. Lips infused by the special wine that holds your name. And a name, he wants to repeat so many times while he is buried deep inside.

“No- Shanks… the elevator” you try to warn, muzzled by his insatiable mouth.

He shakes his head, quickly turning around to push the STOP button. Everything tremors, the lights flicker around you and the red emergency light now tints you two in gloomy ambience.

The high cut of the skirt of your dress seems a good place for him to slip his hand, until reaching the thin string of your panties. He pulls them down, exposing a throbbing core that instantly pleads for his intrusion.

“God, this dress looks so good on you” he sighs, as he slides his index inside you. His mouth pulls down the cleavage exposing your breasts so that he could devour them.

You moan, with the back of your head hitting the mirror behind. “I only bought this dress for you to take it off, Shanks… take it off”

Shanks grunts, he can’t take it no more. He doesn’t care, he doesn’t give a fuck about the world but to be inside of you.

He lets go of you and take his fingers to your mouth. “Taste yourself, this is why I named the sake after you… cause I knew you would be this delicious”

You sigh, the air in your lungs isn’t enough, nor around the place. You simply let the straps of your dress to fall down the ground, while a soft chime of some kind of alarm mix in between your panting.

Shanks lowers his zipper down, exposing, one more time the sex that’s been so many times in your fantasies. It’s yet again so hard, so tempting…

You lift his white shirt up, so that your eyes can get drunk on the image of his bronzed skin abs. Your palm feeling the warmth of his flesh; he is so hot; he burns in desire… a desire so unstoppable for you.

Once again, after maybe a few pumps to get ready, he pushes you back. Guiding his sex into you, and then lifting your leg up enough to be able to get so deep inside of your walls.

Clenching to his shaft, your insides spasms, milking him so violently. You take each and every single of his thrusts, carving your nails on his shoulders. Your tongues playing lustfully in and out of your mouths, with strings of saliva coating everything around your lips.

Shanks fucks so dominantly, beating down, subduing your will to his insatiable hips and desires. You let him use your body as a personal fleshlight, because you can’t say no to his needs.

It’s a matter of minutes, or maybe less, for your climax to arrive. Pleading for mercy, your eyes become watery as the peak point hits you. But there is no mercy in his stare, the more you ask him to stop, the more he will go rougher.

“Sha-shanks… I’m… coming… please no more…” “No more? We still have all night long… I am addicted to you; remember why I named my sake after you”

After all, both let it happen again…

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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Heyyy! I know you are all about Sanji (and I love it!) but could you write something about Shanks too? He really makes my heart spin! 💕💕💕

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi ! I'm really happy that you liked my Sanji storied and I had gladly take another turn for you Anon. Shanks deserve indeed some love too, so I hope you will like my attempt to bring some love in Shanks life. Thank you for your request !

Wait for me

OPLA - Shanks

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The life in your little part of the world wasn’t so bad. The weather was generally sunny more than rainy, your community was kind and joyful. But, more importantly, your shore was boarding the East Blue, creating many trading opportunities and occasions to meet interesting people ready to tell their tale about the sea.

Your job as a waitress in the little bar of the port wasn’t the worst you had either. You made good money, learned the best gossip beforehand and had the chance to meet many kinds of people. And for bad days, well, you can say you learned to take care of yourself.

However, it was one particular client you were waiting eagerly for. Each few months or so, Shanks and his crew of pirates anchored their ship on your shore, taking a well deserved rest, resupplying and then taking the sea again. It was a routine you knew perfectly well for a few years now.

It’s why you had made a habit, at least thrice a day every few months, during your shift, to watch the sea hoping to notice the well known Jolly roger. But, you could always count on Luffy to spot it before you and scream the good news all the way.

“ SHANKS AND THE CREW ARE BACK” The child was shouting, running.

Giving a look behind the bar to your boss, you saw her nodding off the head while cleaning a glass.

“ Y/N isn’t the time of your break ? “ She simply asked, already knowing everything.

“ Yes I think it is, I will be right back “ You smiled before heading to the beach.

The ship was anchored at his usual spot and the crew was busy, unloading empty barrels and crates full of treasures.

But, you didn’t even give a look to the gold glittering under the sun. You only had eyes for the tall redhead man with a straw hat, on the dock, helping his crew.

Shanks had always treated you with nothing more than respect and tenderness, making you feel, at each of his stops, like a true lady. It wasn’t a secret for nobody that you had a crush on the kind Captain. Even Luffy, who wasn’t in age to truly understand love, had asked you questions about your affection. But, never could you have thought that the man was looking at you that way. You were pretty, smart and creative, it was true, but you weren’t the only pretty smart woman in the east blue and you were perfectly aware of it.

Until that night.

The bar was quiet, almost at his close time, many members of the crew were back to the ship, a bottle in hand to help them sleep, letting you alone with Shanks ,drinking his last drink. He wasn’t usually the last one to leave ,but ,his behavior had been strangely quiet and almost contemplative during all the evening, had make you wonder if he hadn't, for once, need to drown some bad news in his drink.

“ Y/N, I have a dilemma and I need your help“ He finally says, an almost sad smile on his lips.

“ I will try Shanks, what is it ? “ You replied, curious but excited to be the one he had thought to ask about his personal difficulty.

“ You see, I have seen a lot of places and many women in the East blue, but everytime I come back here, I can easily say you are even more beautiful, kind and smart than them all. “ He confessed, taking a sip of his alcool “ I would love to kiss you and keep you to myself. But, you see I can’t stop thinking that it isn’t fair for you,letting you here to wait for me...my life isn’t easy but you're so tempting…What would you do if you were at my place ?"

The glass you were cleaning almost fell off your hand as your cheeks took a pretty pink color. But, for you it was an easy question going with an even quick answer.

“ I know that your life isn’t easy, but I also know that I can’t ask you to stay here and I think that it is a fair trade for our kisses and affection. After all, I already wait impatiently for you and the crew to come back every few months just to see you look at me. So, you love for my patience “ You replied as he rose from his stools an amused expression of his lips.

“ It seems indeed a fair trade “ He smiled reaching across the bar to give you a kiss you will never forget.

But now, here he was, giving order and unloading until he saw you and joy spread on his face. Getting down from the dock, he quickly looked at you before pulling you in a warm hug smelling the sea, the lemon of his soap and his personal scent.

“ I missed you, Y/N. You hadn’t an idea “ He first said, before noticing your amused,but, trying to be serious, expression. “ What…?”

“ You’re late, you'd tell me you were back by the last full moon “ You accused, trying to look mad but failing as you tenderly pushed back as straw of red hair across his forehead.

“ I’m late? “ He innocently jokes, trying to distract you with a kiss. ” Yes maybe, but I didn’t miss this month's full moon...I still can admire your figure under the moonlight, maybe even on that beach tonight?”

“ You’re incorrigible “ You laugh, forgiving him with another kiss. “ I missed you too “

“ SHANKS ! “ The not so small voice of Luffy interrupted as he entered in collision with your hugging forms, ready like always, to morph into a group hug. “ Come with me I want to show you something quick !”

“ Calm down Luffy, I'm coming ! “ Shanks answered, still keeping you in his arms, his thumbs caressing the small of your back. Watching the child run at the top of the sandy hill. “ Tell me you don’t do the night ship please...I think I could not endure another night without you” Your lover confesses, filling your heart with a warm sensation of love.

“ I’m on my break right now, come to the bar later, I will have a cold drink for you and when I have finished my work, we will enjoy the moonlight together “ You playfully replied, stealing another kiss.

“ I love you “ He simply said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world and Luffy wasn’t screaming his name again and again.

“ I love you too, now go before the kid decide to go recrute your crew and become the new captain of your ship “ You laugh, regretting immediately the warm of his body against yours.

“ I would love to see that “ He joined you in your laugh, finally following Luffy.

Sadly, your romantic moonlight plan takes a drastic turn when the bandit took Luffy, leading Shanks to lose an arm and take the most harsh decision of his life.

You knew at the minute that he stepped in the little pantry of the bar, his freshly missing arm wrapped by the doctor, that he wasn’t coming to bring you to the beach for a romantic moment. His expression was resolute but sad and his gaze was laying on you like if he was trying to burn your image in his brain forever.

“Y/N “He slowly said your name. “ I have to talk to you..”

“ You’re leaving... “ You realize by yourself, as his iconic straw hat wasn’t on his head and his fist was holding a golden bracelet “ No, I mean…I go with you Shanks. You will not abandon me here, like if we were nothing. “

“ Y/N, you were the most beautiful treasure I found but, I can’t offer you more than that ! It’s what I tried to teach Luffy. The life of a pirate isn’t a calm ride in a boat. You should set yourself up with somebody more stable, marry that son of a bitch of a merchant who always looks at you like if you aren’t mine...you will be happy and out of danger. “ He pleaded, trying to pass his valid arm around your waist as you resisted.

“ I won’t ! You promised to bring me with you ! I’m not interested in some boring merchant, I’m interested in you redhead stubborn donkey“ You angrily replied, taking his face in your hand, trying to bring him back to reason. “Is everything you told me was all pretty lies ?!”

“No, of course no. But I can’t assure your safety, How could I sleep at night If I lose you ! I almost lost the kid today “ He exclaimed, shame and pain flashing on his face as your heart bleed for him. But, as much as you knew how much he was caring for Luffy, you weren't him and you will not let the man you love go without you.

“ I’m not a child,I can defend myself and I will learn new skills to fight even better. I assure you, you will sleep well against me every night. “ You promised.” I will asked every member of your crew to teach me something new to defend myself and I will stay alive for your peace of mind”

“ You could regret it, you know ?“ He finally conceded, taking you closer, his forehead meeting yours, as he closed his eyes, defeated.

“ Never, if I became a little bored I could still annoy you to distract myself “ You joked, kissing his warm lips.

“ I had some better idea, but, sure “ He smiled amused, his thumbs doing a lazy circle on your back. .

“ You’re really incorrigible, you know that. '' You laugh, tears running down your cheeks as he caresses your face. “ Come with me, I have to go pack my things and I don’t trust you for not having a hero change of heart and leave without me “

“ You know me too well, I will have to watch my back on my own ship now “ He said, smiling tenderly, taking your hand to leave the small room.

Packing your life didn’t take you more than twenty minutes. As much as you loved this place, you were ready to follow Shanks and live something bigger than your current situation. After some word of advice from your old boss, you took the way to your new home.

“ Are you ready, love ? “ Shanks asked you, as he took your hand to help you come aboard. Making sure for the last time that you were sure of your choice.

Taking a last look at the port you know so well, you took his hand, jumped on the deck and smiled, letting your bag fall on the wooden floor.

“ I’m done waiting Shank, show me the world “ You said, as he joyfully laughed and shouted at the crew to lift the anchor.

The world was indeed beautiful, but for nothing you would come back to your little and quiet life. Like Shank had once said, being a pirate wasn’t like a tranquil boat ride on a quiet river, but with him at your side, you were ready for everything your new life had to offer.

Bonus :

You were sitting with him on the little beach, the day Mihawk brought the warrant for Luffy.

You never doubt that the little Luffy will one day succeed to follow the step of your lover. But nothing had prepared you for the burst of pride you felt when you saw the immense joy in the face of Shanks similar to the day of your wedding, when he had passed you the ring, linking your life forever.

“ Y/N ! The kid did it ! He’s a pirate !“

“ He had told you that he would surpass you “ You joked, kissing his cheeks. “ You teach him well, I hope seen him soon “

“ Me too” He smiled.

#OPLA #one piece netflix #Shanks #Shanks x reader #Opla! Shanks #one piece Shanks #red hair shanks #shanks one piece #Request

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 5 months

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Anon from this ask!

I’m so glad I decided to send that ask to you. You’re so right.

But I must admit my “But I wonder what he would think if he knew the real reason why Buggy left him?” Was worded wrong, I’m sorry English is not my first language and I have troubles with expressing myself. What I meant is if that knowledge would change shanks view right now, like he founds out the reason. I wonder if he would be less accepting of buggy just choosing his way vs knowing he broke his heart

But your answer made me wonder so much about everything. I wonder if anyone in shanks crew knows about why he waited so long. And exactly what you pointed out. How would Buggy react to “actually I NEED to wait”.

WHY THEY CAN’T JUST TALK GOD DAMMIT

hello again, anon! (i have been wondering how many of you are unique vs returning askers! it's nice to know at least one of you has come back for more~)

please don't feel any need to apologize for your english! i was the one who misunderstood that you meant shanks learning the truth now, not shanks being told the truth at the time. that’s on me!

so. shanks as he is now—thirty-nine, an emperor of the sea, boss of a good ship and crew, protector-captain of a massive fleet, finally going after the one piece—learns that the reason the first person he asked to sail with him refused was because shanks didn’t want to go after the one piece when he was fifteen.

would shanks think differently of buggy for feeling rejected by shanks’ decision, and not sincerely wanting to go his own way? i think he must! if your best friend leaves because they have their own plans that don’t involve you, that’s one thing… if they leave because you failed to live up to their (unspoken!) expectations of you, that’s quite another!

thinking about it like that, i wonder if shanks might be mad, or disappointed, to learn that buggy left because shanks wasn’t the person buggy had been imagining him to be. because on one hand: shanks isn’t responsible for the shanks buggy made up inside his head! he isn’t beholden to the way buggy thought that false shanks would act, or the things buggy imagined he believes. that’s on buggy! and on the other: if the person you thought knew you best can misjudge you so badly they run away from the real you… it must shed a dim light on your whole relationship.

…but maybe it’s been long enough that it would just make him sad. it’s a decades-old hurt by now, and with the way shanks dislikes and avoids conflict there’s no way he keeps grudges or clings to hurt feelings. so it might just be a passing feeling of sadness—ah, so even buggy thought too highly of me, huh?

i think benn beckman must know at least a bit of shanks’ plans. that’s his first mate, after all! there has to be trust there, or the whole crew falls apart! as for the rest of the red-haired pirates… i don’t think we know them well enough to say whether any of them would need truth to offer trust. i suspect most of them don't, that they trust shanks unconditionally, and will follow his lead wherever it takes them.

and buggy… i don’t think he wants to trust shanks, but for a long time trusting shanks was as easy as breathing, so it's a hard habit to break. (though shanks makes it easier the more he betrays that trust, however good his motives or minor the deception.) i think if shanks had said, back in roguetown, that they needed to wait, buggy would have whined and complained and begged shanks to reconsider, but he would’ve gone along with it. if buggy found out about that now, i think he’d snap that you could have just said so back then! stupid shanks, didn't you trust me?!

to which the answering silence must be a new flavor of the old heartbreak, because no, apparently he did not.

#asked and answered #this took an age because i kept trying to find a way to end this post that wasn’t on a bleak sad note. i failed 🙃#sorry anon! hope you weren’t expecting a happy answer to this one #anyway thinking about sacrifice in op. giving up your life for love. your body for the next generation. your pride for your friend’s sake.#buggy doesn’t appreciate that kind of sacrifice. i think we have a pretty good sense for why that is by now.#and i don’t think shanks would appreciate the kind of sacrifice buggy tried to make for him.#‘your dreams are the whole point! how can you put anything before that?!’ ← something like that.#one piece #shuggy #shanks #buggy #*the shuggy roguetown breakup #*abandoned dreams #*shuggy miscommunication #*types of sacrifice #*shanks hides his feelings

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Law and Order thoughts for tonight

as per usual, here we go. honestly tonight, I was NOT into the other shows but svu did me good!

Okay, here we go.

Already completely forgot what happened on OC last week thank god for that recap LOL.

A (potentially) evil woman in an all white power suit!? Yes please

Okay, if she doesn’t turn out to be the mastermind I’m gonna be a little disappointed because she’s got balls and power and knows what she’s doing and he’s a little dweeb man…

Boss ass bitch is a boss ass bitch. Why do I always end up rooting for the bad guys wife? What is this show doing to me? Lolololol

“I just lost a UC last year” uh… Ayanna… are you two for two?

Oh… okay… we *were* talking about Gina despite that being in s1? Okay. What happened to Nova? Is she still alive?

Also this guy showed up in jail, started stirring the pot and got shanked, what did he expect?

Yeah pearl’s the one in charge and I’m so here for it. (also she definitely pegs him and you cannot tell me otherwise)

Oh but he’s got dirt on her? Great. Fuck this shit

Big shock. I’ve already completely stopped paying attention. Is it svu time yet??

The guy playing Russo has been on svu multiple times as multiple characters lololol. Including as Kim’s pimp in s17…

New guy’s hot… I’ll give him that LOL (is he though? Or is it just because he’s been on screen with stabler all episode?)

My stream cut out… wtf…. Im doing this legally…. LOL

Okay, got it back but now the subtitles aren’t working… *sigh*

Onto the mothership!!

Bro. this first suspect was on svu already… lort (I THINK he was the perp in the ep where the perp’s dad was olivia’s old partner/the guy from ER lol)

WHY is this girl wandering around in her underwear?? Like is this not a full fledged apartment building?

I do love Kate. Like, her and Samantha are the best part of this show. Would love to get to see Kate more in action, or have her pop up on svu to work with benson. Bad ass superior women. We stand.

Mehcad has a bomb fucking suit. Lookin bomb sir.

“I stopped listening when you said I was right” LOL. That’s a mood. Also I dare you say that to Melinda warner.

SAM FINALLY IN THE CORTROOM SOLO?!?! THANK FUCK (I know it’s just arraignment, but still…)

Everybody got blue suits this ep… im here for it.

God. This jerry guy is pissing me off. Then again, I always take the lawyers side, like 90% of the time because THAT is how things get solved/people get punished and justice is had like, ffs, how hard is it to do your job properly??

There’s 15 mins left in this ep…. I don’t think we’re going to get to court… hopefully SVU takes us to court tonight?? Cause I NEED SOME COURT ROOM IN MY LIFE.

Oh okay, here we are… but like… still.. not enough. We need more courtroom pls.

Oh good fucking GOD. WHY. I HATE THIS GUY. I get it, you want to make things right after fucking up the car search but THIS IS NOT THE WAY. Uuggghhhh. Is it svu time yet?!

“we” found it!?! NO SIR YOU!!!! Found it. Ffs. I hate it here.

He gained points by kicking him out I will not lie.

OKAY FUCKING FINLALY SVU TIME.

Grace looks amazing with the high pony, already into this.

I’M SORRY NO FUCKING STRAIGHT WOMAN HOLDS A CUP OF COFFEE LIKE THAT. MUNCY IS BI AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Omg all the wardrobe remarks are killing me. Does olivia not remember how she used to dress??

“do I look like the kind of girl who gets a pedicure?” I rest my case.

“oh yeah with which hand?” HAAA MUNCY GOING FOR THE KILLS HERE YESSS.

Yeah these two have major brother sister vibes PLEASE don’t force them together.

THAT BEING SAID… I do need the BOTH of them to *destroy* me and im not gonna complain if it’s at the same time…

Muncy really out here proving she’s fucking bomb

OHKAY GRACE PLEASE!! YOU ARE SITTING ON THAT DESK LIKE A FUCKING LESBIAN. I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY TRY TO TELL ME SHE’S STRAIGHT!?? I WILL RIOOOOTTT

Imma have so fucking much to gif from this episode, jfc.

Okay they did a slightly better job of clearing this crime scene but its still not as good as Chicago.

YEEESSS WE STAN A SMOL KWEEN TAKING DOWN A GIANT PERP! FUCK!

Muncy’s getting sassed to wear a blazer meanwhile velasco’s wearing a dress shirt as a blazer… ffs

Jesus CHRIST amanda’s cheekbones…

Muncy back in a hoodie at the end of the episode lololol. Girl. You should’ve bought more than one blazer.

Olivia’s hair looks bomb!

Kelli… your side boob is showing…

Okay, that was a fucking good episode. I KNOW I was just complaining about the lack of court scenes, but this needed a full episode of just working the case/cases. And it gave us a little insight more into the new characters, gave us some personal lives, and the like. So… I’m here for it.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order mothership #mothership #law and order organized crime #law and order spoilers #spoilers

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Throne Chapter 18

Throne [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Characters: Original Female Character, Red Haired Shanks, Benn Beckman, Lucky Roo, Yasopp,

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“I can be very disarming.”

“Looks like you’ve been disarmed,” I jabbed, not looking up at him.

Benn let out a loud laugh at that.

Shanks grinned. “You wound me.”

“Clearly, I’m not the only one.”

Hello people. So if you don’t know, what’s going on here then the simple version is that this a Shanks x OC fic.

If you follow me, and the One Piece stuff I write, then you’ve probably heard me talk about this fic. Hey look it’s finally here.

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Despite it not yet being noon, the heat was already horrid. The sun, not even at its peak, was blinding outside. The air felt almost oppressive, paired with the humidity left over from the storms that had come through the night before.

The store I was currently standing in was stuffy, almost suffocating. The owner had tried his best to mitigate the temperature, with fans running at full speed and windows opened to keep the air flowing.

I shifted my weight from one leg to another, shuffling the three rolls of bandages in my hand as I waited for the clerk to finish his conversation with his current patron, who was checking out quite the haul based on the cart loaded beside him.

"You don't say! You know it's been a while since you boys came around. Glad to hear that-" the clerk noticed me, briefly pausing his conversation. “Apologies, miss. I'll be with you in one moment."

I shook my head, waving off his concerns with the hand not holding my items. "No worries. I can wait a little while longer for the first mate of the Red-Hair pirates to finish up."

Benn turned his head, glancing back at me, standing up from where he had been leaning against the counter in his conversation.

"Morning, Liz," he said, round the cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Morning, Benn."

"Liz, this fine shopkeep is Sota. He's an old friend of ours. Sota, this is Elizabeth, the only person capable of getting the Boss to wake up before noon."

"I've been told my jokes about his sleeping habits are repetitive."

So are Yasopp's stories, but he still tells them."

I huffed out a laugh, making my way closer to the counter to shake Sota's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You as well," he said. "Welcome to my shop. I hope that you found everything okay. Any friend of the Red-Hair Pirates is a friend of ours."

"Aww, thank you."

"You wanna throw her stuff onto our total?" Benn asked.

"Of course," Sota agreed readily, punching the numbers into the register.

"Captain's dime?" I asked, stuffing the bandages into my bag.

"Always," Benn answered.

"Why’s he got the first mate doing the shopping? Couldn't get one of the rookies to do it?"

Currently, there were four rookies aboard their ship. I’d been introduced to them briefly in passing at the tavern, but I hadn’t had a chance to get to know them or even retain their names.

"And actually get what's on the list?” he scoffed. “No."

"Fair enough. So is any of this for today?" I asked, looking over the pile.

The Red-Hair crew had a spot that they liked to frequent when they were here. There was a waterfall somewhere in the jungle where they could get shitfaced, swim, and hang out. The invite had been extended to me with the promise of a nice lawn chair not too close to the water and – if I was feeling adventurous – shallow plunge pools between some of the falls' steps, no deeper than a foot and a half.

"All of it. You've seen how our idiots act in a bar. Now, imagine them in the jungle."

"Should I be concerned for my safety?" I asked.

"Yours? No. We'd never let anything happen to you. Everyone else? Probably. Unless you plan on trying to drink everyone under the table again. But even then, you can always ch-"

I cut him off. "I. Did. Not. Cheat,” I argued, pointing at him with every word. “You all failed to establish the rules properly."

Benn carefully lifted a brow at me. "Next time, we'll write it out."

Sota laughed at us from his spot behind the counter.

I rolled my eyes and hip-checked Benn. "You done shopping, or do you have other stops to make?"

"Two more to go."

"Want some company?" I asked.

We weren’t supposed to leave for another couple of hours, and aside from change, I didn’t have anything to do, so I figured I might as well make myself useful.

I had gone through and packed my stuff up the night before. The plan was to hang out today, but I had also been warned that, typically, no one was sober enough to come back until the following day.

"Of course,” he agreed easily. “It’ll be nice to have someone competent come along for once."

"You're so mean."

"Liz, I'm tired."

"Can't blame you there."

"You boys are quite a handful," Sota agreed. "But it helps to liven the place up."

"I had that same thought the first time I met them.”

Sota prattled off a total, which Benn paid while promising to meet for a drink before they set sail again.

"Where to next?" I asked as we stepped into the sun. I slid my sunglasses down from where they were perched on my head.

"A few things for dinner, and then Hongo asked that we pick something up from the apothecary."

Easy enough.

"What's with all the bandages?" he asked.

"So I can wrap my thigh and wear shorts in public. It's too fucking hot."

The one downside to being out in the larger world was that I had to try to hide my tattoo. I usually wore jeans, but when I wanted to switch it up, I either had to wrap it in bandages or find something with a skirt long enough to cover it.

"You're going to send the Boss into a coma," he said.

Rather than acknowledge the statement, I opted to ask a question that had been on my mind for a while. “Uh huh, sure. So, how have things been since Aurora?" I asked. "The captain's an emperor now. High stakes."

"You would know something about that, wouldn't you, princess?"

I scrunched up my face before cutting my eyes sideways towards Benn behind my shades. "Don't call me that… like ever."

Benn laughed. "Just saying. Your old man's been up there for years. I'm sure your brothers have told you what it's like."

"Depends on the brother, but yes.”

Accounts of what life on the Moby Dick was like varied wildly from brother to brother.

Most of the boys liked to embellish to a ridiculous degree or undersell everything going on to “spare” my feelings. I trusted Marco and Thatch’s accounts more so than everyone else’s. Marco would give me much of the larger context of being a Yonko crew. Thatch would provide me with more day-to-day and familial aspects.

The one thing consistent across the board is that none of them would change a thing if given a chance.

“I know Shanks isn't dumb, but politics is something else."

Other Yonko crews, subordinates, warlords, the World Government, it was a lot to try to balance.

"Politics that he's surprisingly well suited to navigating. Turns out that easygoing nature of his helps in some of those rather tense situations. If only it were as helpful when it came to chores. Any reason you're asking me instead of him?"

"Because he'll just shoot me that smug ass grin and talk about how his charm and charisma get him far in life."

"I see. And you'll want to argue for a serious answer but will be far too caught up in that wit and charm."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, unable to argue. He was right. I preferred it when he was busting the captain’s chops instead of mine.

Benn didn’t even try to hide the teasing smile playing on his lips. "Don't try to act tough now. You're not as immune as you pretend to be. I've watched you laugh at his shitty jokes."

"I've laughed at all of your shitty jokes," I countered.

"Yeah, but you light up at the Boss's."

"Shut up."

"I've been wondering why you didn’t come to find us once you left Aurora."

I shrugged. "When I first left, I wasn't thinking about much other than getting the fuck out of there and not getting caught. Took me a while to get my bearings.

"Then, I started bounty hunting and taking out slave traders. I was so caught up with all that and the girls at Sabaody. I didn't really think about finding you all seriously until then. Like I daydreamed about it, sure. But I didn't think it was something that I should do. Felt kind of pathetic. Chasing after you guys like some groupie. What if I only was attached to you guys because you were the only people who were ever nice to me?"

We walked in comfortable silence for a moment as Benn mulled that over. "I take it you met some good people in the world if you were willing to meet us again."

"Ya know, the world’s a big place. Such a big place that it's impressive that I managed to get stuck on an island with a bunch of fucking assholes. But once I hit the Grand Line, the devil fruit, the scars, none of it meant shit.”

"And you had your fan club."

"Oh no, I don't want to hear jack shit about a fan club from you, Benn Beckman. You've had a line of ladies at the bar for the past week."

He raised his hand, not pulling the wagon along in surrender.

"I just wanted to figure out who I was before I even considered finding you guys, the Old Man, anyone. How are people supposed to rely on and trust you when you don't even know who you are outside of how much others hate you?"

Benn took a drag of his cigarette. "We're glad you got yourself sorted, the Boss especially."

I rolled my eyes and lightly elbowed him. "We're supposed to be on the same side, you know?"

"The Boss isn’t here. You're fair game."

“Rude.”

One more turn and the shopping district came into full view. There were storefronts all up and down the road, with different grocery carts and vendors lining the street. People hustled about, either selling their wares or trying to complete their shopping before lunch.

"What do we even need?" I asked, wiping the sweat that was accumulating on my brow.

Benn pulled the list out of his pocket.

"Hongo has some things to be picked up from the apothecary, and Roux needs more vegetables. I think he's planning on making kebabs."

I felt my face twist.

"Not a fan of kebabs? "

"No, I like them enough. I can’t say the same of that little con artist at the big produce stall."

"Con artist? You mean Belle?"

I studied Benn’s face for a moment. "Oh no."

"What?"

"Belle is gonna hustle the shit out of you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"What the hell are you on about?"

"Her prices are insane! Do you know how much she tried to charge me for turnips last week?! And she gets away with it because she distracts you with those fucking doe eyes and freckles and that damn crop top."

My rant assured Benn that there was no danger to be concerned about, so his confusion and concern eased.

"Doe eyes, freckles, and a crop top, huh?" Benn chuckled. "Sounds like you have a crush."

"I did until I saw her damn prices.”

There was no denying that Belle was drop-dead gorgeous. She was very clearly put at the stall to use her looks and charm to sell produce. She didn’t have the build nor calluses of someone who farmed.

“Listen, I'm not faulting her for making her money. If that's what she thinks her turnips are worth, then so be it. I didn't try to haggle with her. I didn't even bring it up. I was just like, 'Eh, I might be back.' But the second I was like, 'meh,' it was like a switch had been flipped. She told me that maybe the dude from the pig farm might have slop more my speed."

"Over a turnip?"

"Over a fucking turnip! Because I didn't fall for her charm offensive!"

"Uh-huh. I think we can afford her prices. We can even buy you your turnips."

I narrowed my eyes at Benn. "Don’t patronize me, you weak, weak man. This isn’t about being able to afford turnips. I wouldn’t think anything of it if they were a little pricey. It's the principle of the thing. They were way overpriced, and she started barking and yapping when I tried to disengage peacefully."

“It’s good to see you stand your ground, even about turnips."

I snagged the slip that Hongo must've received from the apothecary. "I'll go grab this. You can go get scammed by Belle."

“Meet you back here in 30 minutes?” he asked.

I nodded before taking the next turn.

I knew that there was no goddamned way he was going to be back in 30 minutes. It would only take her one glance, and she’d have Benn roped in. Or maybe he would have her roped into his. Either way, this wouldn’t be the simple transaction he thought it was.

Sure, Benn liked to drink and always had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, but alcohol and tobacco had nothing on his number one vice: women.

I made it to the apothecary quickly, picking up the bags of stuff that Hongo had ordered. Making my way back to the designated meet-up spot, I made a couple of additional stops, picking up a few things I had planned to get later in the week, saving myself another trip.

When I arrived back at the corner where we split off, Benn was nowhere to be found. I checked my watch, and I was only a few minutes late. I decided to give him five more minutes before I investigated.

A quick pass by the produce stand showed it was closed, and its operator was missing. A few patrons were milling about, chattering about where she could’ve gone. Notably, the cart Benn had been dragging along earlier was not particularly well hidden off to the side.

Where the two had run off to was anyone’s guess.

‘Called it.’

I grabbed the handle of the cart, throwing Hongo’s belongings on it, before heading to the port, where the Red Force was docked.

As I neared the ship, I realized I had never actually been on the Red Force during the day. They’d not yet acquired the Red Force when they docked in Aurora. I, of course, had snuck aboard at night when I planted my journal in Shanks’s belongings. But I’d never just casually been on the ship.

A few of the boys were on deck doing chores. The two newbies that Yasopp had tried to hustle the first night I’d reunited with everyone were scrubbing down the deck under the sniper’s watchful eye.

“Ayo! Yasopp!” I called, getting his attention.

He peered over at me. “Liz!” he greeted cheerily. “Come on up!” He nodded to the boys, who scrambled over to me, relieved to be freed from deck duty.

They took the cart while Yasopp extended a hand to pull me aboard. “Where’s Beck?”

“Pretty sure he’s getting his carrot peeled by the produce girl, so I brought Hongo’s order and the rest of the supplies back. Figured I’d do you guys a solid. “

“Much appreciated.”

I took a glance around. “Looks so much different in the day,” I said.

“In the day?” Yasopp questioned.

“Y’all might be a little too cocky. Should be better at watch.”

“How many times have you been here?”

“Only once.”

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or scared,” he muttered.

“Both is probably the safest answer,” Limejuice said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Did we get a new first mate?”

“Is that an option?” I asked. “I was always under the impression the Captain was the one you wanted to get rid of.”

“If you were first mate, you’d effectively be the captain.”

I shrugged. “You’d have to let me cash him in before I turn to piracy. Easy money. Would be a shame not to.”

“Excellent plan,” Yasopp chirped.

“Agreed.”

“So, do you want a tour since this is your first time here in the day, apparently?” Yasopp asked.

“Most definitely.” I mean, who wouldn’t take the opportunity to get a tour of a Yonko ship?

“Great, Lime will take you,” Yasopp volunteered him. “I need to make these to get everything sparkling before we leave.”

“Better hurry up, boys,” Limejuice chirped. “Or we’ll leave without ya.”

I snickered as I followed behind him.

“So welcome to the Red Force,” he said, gesturing around.

I let out a low whistle. “You guys upgraded since I saw you.”

He nodded proudly. “She’s a beauty. You’re currently on the main deck…”

Lime juice took me through almost all the Red Force. The orchard on the deck with various fruit trees. The gun deck also doubled as an armory and blacksmith. The crow’s nest. The bridge. The living quarters. The orlop was an absolute mess. The bar that they had specially built, because of course they did. The library, where Benn hid out when the others were too much. The sail room. The med bay, where Hongo was trying to decide what needed to go with us, given the crew’s penchant for chaos.

The doctor took a moment away from his stress to thank me for picking up his order instead of their first mate.

From there, we headed to the galley. Lucky Roux was prepping for the trip as well. Or he was trying to, but there was still the matter of his produce that had yet to arrive.

“Lizzy!” he greeted. “What brings you to our vessel on this fine day?”

“I ran into your first mate and decided to help him with the shopping.”

“Really? Then where the hell is he?”

“Ran off to play hide the banana with the girl from the produce stand.”

“By the girl with the expensive turnips?"

"Thank you!" I said. "Who needs to turn in bounties when you can just rip people off on fucking turnips?"

"And the cabbages."

"They had brown spots!"

"I thought maybe she'd be nicer to Benn," Luck said. "Give him a discount."

"Seriously? Cause I think she's suckered him in. Figuratively and literally. He said before we even got there that he was sure we could afford full price."

"What? Does he not understand it's the principle?"

"Not when there's a babe involved," Shanks said as he walked into the galley, one of the rookies behind him.

“Hey, Captain.”

“Miss Elizabeth.”

My guess was that he was in his quarters or the attached office. Those were the only notable rooms left off the tour, though I had already seen them from my previous mission.

"You think some girl is swindling the smartest man on the crew?" the kid asked.

"Yes," Luck and I said in sync. We glanced at each other, then at the newbie. "Wanna bet it?"

His eyes narrowed at the challenge. "Loser buys the winner's drinks next time at the tavern,"

"You do realize there's one of you and two of us, right?" Luck asked.

"Only means you can afford twice as many drinks.”

“You got a confident one here, Captain,” I said, looking at Shanks.

“I know who to put my money on.”

"I'll shake on it on behalf of the future winners," Luck said, putting his hand out.

"I hate to take your money like this."

I scoffed.

"Benn's brains don't mean anything in the face of a beautiful woman," Shanks added. "He doesn't stand a chance."

“I can’t believe how much he’s about to spend on fucking peppers and onions.”

“I know.”

“As much as you may have tried,” Shanks started. “You haven’t drained my coffers to the point where I can’t afford vegetables.”

“Not the point!” Luck and I echoed.

“She told me that from the looks of it, I didn’t know what a vegetable was,” Luck said.

“That little bitch told me slop might be more my speed. I’ve been forced to eat scraps, so I can confidently say her fucking turnips weren’t far off.”

Shanks’s expression went to his false neutral that he tended to wear when I said something that he thought was upsetting but didn’t want to make a deal about.

I gently hip-checked him, subtly shaking my head to let him know it was fine. It was a long time ago, and things were a whole hell of a lot different now.

He shot me a surprisingly subtle smile, bumping me back.

“If I’m not ready on time-“

“Now, why wouldn’t you be on time?” Benn asked, walking into the galley and setting down crates of onions, peppers, zucchini, eggplant, and mushrooms.

“Well, well, well, look who it is; so much for 30 minutes.”

“I made a detour.”

“Yeah, to Belle’s.”

“You couldn’t have returned the vegetables to Liz before you decided to ring Belle’s bell?” Luck asked, scrutinizing the haul.

I snorted. “That was terrible.” I caught sight of the white slip caught between two zucchini.

“You know, Benn, if you keep up this type of behavior, you might lose your spot as favorite,” Shanks teased.

I shook my head while not looking away from the paper between my fingers. “Not today, though.” I held the receipt up. “Cause you got fucking hosed.”

Luck popped his head over my shoulder to look at the receipt. “God, man, Liz ain’t lying.”

“Seriously?”

I grinned up at the kid, turning the receipt around. “Don’t worry, kiddo, I’ll stay away from the top shelf.”

Luck shook his head. “I’m not!” he exclaimed before cackling. I joined him.

Shanks sighed and patted his poor rookie’s shoulder. “Benn – and you – never stood a chance.”

“Did you really bet on whether or not I was going to sleep with Belle?” Benn asked.

“No. We bet on whether or not she was going to scam you, which, based on this receipt, she totally did.”

Benn pinched the bridge of his nose. “We leave in an hour and a half. Don’t you all have to finish getting ready?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luck waved him off.

“Walk you out?” Shanks offered.

“Thanks, Captain.”

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Gold Event: Shanks

Shanks x (fem) reader

Warnings: Shanks touching your fluffy tail, gambling, 18+, Pet play, dirty talk, breeding kink

One lucky bunny.

The golden casino on Gran Tesuro’s ship was full with people, ranging from civilians to Marines and even pirates.

Even though the casino was brimming with people a sexy waitress was still having trouble making tips, something she desperately needed as she had debt that needed to paid to the man who ran the Gran Tesuro. As of right now she only half of what was required and not a lot of time, two weeks to be exact.

“There you are! I found you.”

Looking to her right she saw a rather tall man approach her with a charming smile on his face with his red hair that (Name) would never forget. Feeling her pulse race she wanted to fix her bunny ears that were on top of her head too look sexier for the tall and handsome pirate, Nearly dropping the drinks that she was holding on a round tray from seeing the handsome pirate again from yesterday.

“Hey, Shanks. Do you need a drink?”

“I could always use a drink. Say, why don’t you join me and my friends for a bit.”

Shanks simply took the whole tray away from (Name) surprising her at first but she had to decline as she was still on the job and time was precious at the moment. Yet Shanks insisted while promising to give her a really good tip if she came along and this is what caught (Name)’s interest, and in little to no time she was accompanying Shanks nearly all over the casino.

From games to simply eating the two had a fun time in each other’s company so much so that (Name) forgot she was at work and all the worries about her debt. Especially after meeting Shanks crew which all took a fancy to her seeing as she was so sexy in her sexy bunny costume that the casino made all the waitresses wear, the crew called her their lucky bunny since they had been winning all day.

Shanks especially.

Before Shanks would place a bet he would gently rub either (Name)’s bunny ears or her fluffy tail, the first few times Shanks rubbed her fluffy tail it caught her off guard but she didn’t complain. Especially when Shanks called her “My lucky bunny.” And for the rest of the night she believed the man. So much so she had to confess to him her secret.

“You owe how much?!”

“I owe..well..I owe 100 million berries.. but I only have ..well I don’t have much.”

The two were sitting in a lounge area on a comfortable red sofa with gold trimmings, Shanks chuckled a bit and tickled (Name) underneath her chin flustering her a bit.

“You owe quite a bit of money. But I can help since you’re my lucky bunny.”

“You’re going to pay off my debt-Hey! Where are you going?”

“To have a talk with Tesoro, what do you think?”

(Name) could feel her jaw go slack as she caught up with Shanks to reconsider his straight forward plan but Shanks denied her every time saying “What’s the harm in talking.” And then proceeded to give her his most charming smile. In truth it worked because before (Name) knew it Shanks had left her at the casino with his crew.

A few hours had went by as the casino had just closed as (Name) was talking outside with a familiar pirate crew until their captain finally returned. Benn was actually the first to speak.

“What did he say boss?”

“Aw, can you believe it? Man said 100 million berries or no deal. Lame, I offered to give him alcohol and he refused. Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow.”

“And what if he turns you down tomorrow too?”

“Hopefully he doesn’t. I’ll try to make a more appeasing offer tomorrow.”

Shanks’s crew had an idea where this was going and simply nodded their heads and headed back to their hotel, followed by Shanks and (Name). Two days went by and it ended the same way. On the third day of trying Shanks was getting irritated by it all.

It wasn’t until later that night as (Name) was serving people that a familiar person came in with his usual charming smile that made (Name)’s pulse race, one would think she would be used to it.

“Hey! You ready to go?”

“Go? Go where?”

“Out to sea of course. Tesuro decided to let you go.”

Once those words left Shanks lips (Name) was overwhelmed with joy not wasting time to hug Shanks tightly with her arms around his neck and one not to waste an opportunity Shanks wrapped his arm around (Name)’s waist and carried her out the casino, ignoring her bosses yells.

“I can’t believe it.”

(Name) had her hands over her mouth with a surprised look on her face as she was now on the Red Force with a pirate that was partying after just coming back from a party in the casino. While saying farewell to the golden ship as a drink was placed in her hand by the red haired pirate. Shanks wanted to drink with his sexy bunny but instead was bombarded with questions on how he managed to set her free. In response, Shanks only chuckled in response as wrapped his arm around (Name)’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry, we just had a talk. That’s all. Now can we talk, preferably in my cabin.”

While Shanks’s crew were partying and having a good time their captain was having talk with (Name) in his cabin.

In truth, it was Shanks who was doing the talking while (Name) too busy whimpering and moaning on his thick cock in a reverse cow girl position while Shanks thrusted his hips upwards as his cock was deep inside (Name)’s wet cunt while massaging her breast, each time he would thrust his hips his cock that was deep inside his sexy bunny would hit her g-spot making her orgasm draw near. Listening to her shamelessly moan on his cock while he enjoyed how amazing she felt almost made the red hair pirate give up his little secret on how he paid off her debt.

Almost.

“You want to be mine? I can treat you better you know.”

Whispering in (Name)’s ear a smirk came to him as he then stopped tending to (Name)’s breast and proceeded to grab her chin making her lean back into Shanks more which in turn made his cock slide deeper inside her and being a tease that he was Shanks stopped moving completely. A taunting smirk now came to his lips when he heard her plea for more, shamelessly pleading for more.

“I need a answer. Do you want to be mine or not?”

“Of course-I want to be yours! I’ll be yours-whatever you want me to be.”

Shanks moaned a bit as his grip on her chin tightened and his cock twitched a few times in excitement. Shanks could feel her grind on him wanting that release more than anything but being a tease he refused even when she was pleading with all she had, only to be met with a chuckle.

“Will you be my sweet bunny? Let me take care of you?”

“Yes-yes, use me. I’ll be your little cum bunny.”

All restraint left Shanks right then and there as he mercilessly fucked (Name) in his cabin, not caring if his crew members heard. As a matter of fact Shanks wanted them to hear so everyone knew who (Name) was with now. Ever since the day the two met he wanted nothing more than to be as deep inside her and to fuck her like he was now.

“Then I’ll pump you full of my cum and you can have my children while you’re at it.”

Soon enough Shanks had (Name) on the bed on her knees with her hands behind her back as Shanks grabbed both her arms and kept his animalistic pace up, his dirty talk filled the cabin followed by (Name)’s whimpers as the only the she cared about was being Shanks cum bunny.

“Tell your master how much you like it-how bad you want me to cum inside you.”

“I love it-I love it-fuck-cum inside me-please-“

(Name)’s words were broken up by her whimpers as Shanks kept relentlessly fucking her wet and needy cunt, which only fueled Shanks desire to cum inside her more. In truth, it was something Shanks wouldn’t consider but seeing her at the casino wearing her sexy bunny costume he just had to have her and as the days went by his thoughts became more lewd. A little scream left (Name)’s throat as she felt Shanks’s grip on her arms tighten more, it wasn’t on purpose as Shanks was also nearing his end. Yet he didn’t forget to apologize, a quick “sorry” was all he could muster before both reached their orgasm.

Gaining a euphoric high of sorts as Shanks tilted his head back while giving a sigh of relief and kept to his word as his cock twitched excitedly filling (Name)’s cunt to the brim as her whole body did a shiver as she moaned again when Shanks did a few more thrusts before sliding out his cock and patting (Name)’s head as she was catching her breath.

“You did well my lucky bunny.”

“Thank you sir.”

While catching her breath and enjoying the after math of one of the orgasm she received she heard Shanks say “I know you guys heard. You guys better not pick on her in the morning.” Shanks knew his crew was listening behind the door the whole time but he didn’t care all he wanted to do was give his lucky bunny a bath, have a drink and go to sleep.

Then start things back up in the morning.

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gladerscake · 3 years

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No One Better

(Gally x Reader)

Hope you have some time, because this one’s large and in charge (of the feels, that is). Huge thanks to all the lovely people who encourage me to keep writing. Enjoy!

A few beads of sweat rolled down your temple, your bottom lip beginning to sting from how hard you were biting down on it, your brows furrowed in intense concentration, all while you were struggling to finally saw through this one stupid chunk of wood. It was a particularly thick one - you’ve been at it for almost ten minutes, with frustratingly minimal results. The muscles of your right arm were positively aching, pleading for you to drop the shucking saw and just ask somebody for help.

However, your resolve was stronger than your protesting muscles. You could do this. You didn’t need help.

You gave yourself a minute to rest before drawing in a deep, determined breath, and getting right back to it. You couldn’t believe it - will all this effort, you’d only managed to saw through half of it, thus far. Gally always made it look so easy...

“Having a bit of trouble there, baby?”

Your mouth immediately curled in a little grin at the deep sound of his voice. Gally’s voice. As if on cue, just when you were beginning to think about him.

The Keeper of the Builders, who you now proudly called your boyfriend, seemed to have a sixth sense for those things. To anything that had to do with you, really.

It’s been a bit over a week, since you two had made the fateful transition from close friends to something much, much more thrilling. And even though it hasn’t been that long since the change of your relationship’s nature, you could say, without question or a shadow of a doubt, that you’ve never felt happier.

The way Gally treated you on the daily, with such gentleness, care, and endless affection, made your heart bloom with delight at his mere presence. You couldn’t say you had been shocked by his manner - he’s always been kind to you, since the moment you two have met. But seeing this side of him, the loving and warm side, the one nobody else but you got to see, was a gift in itself. You believed you were immensely lucky that Gally returned your feelings and wanted you by his side, and you couldn’t wish for someone better. To you, there was no one better - simple as that.

As of this moment, you chose to bite back a cheeky remark in response to Gally’s slightly teasing question. Instead, you straightened out your posture, allowing your grin to grow as you loosened your death-grip on the saw handle and turned to face him.

“Me? Not at all! What gave you that impression?” You chirped as Gally chuckled, deeply, taking a big step closer to you. His striking bluish-green eyes peered down at your delicate features, an amused grin playing at the corners of his mouth. God, you could never get used to how attractive he was to you...

“You’re kidding, right? I could hear your grunts all the way from the Deadheads.” He glanced at the saw in your hand, trailing his gaze to the chunk of wood and your underwhelming progress, and swiftly figured out what was causing his girl such distress.

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment “Well, not everyone is a big hunk of muscle like you, my Keeper.”

Gally tried to control the blush he instantly knew was about to paint his cheeks. ‘My Keeper’. You’ve been calling him that often since you two became a couple, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love it. It almost always distracted him from whatever he was doing or talking about, but he didn’t mind. He definitely didn’t want you to stop.

Nonetheless, he kept his composure and cleared his throat, grinning down at you “You flatter me, baby. But you’re not wrong.”

You released a light-hearted laugh as he quickly scooted behind you. “Here, let me help.”

You felt a familiar warmth spreading through your body and circling your abdomen as Gally reached around you, his powerful torso nearly pressing against your back, his calloused hand enclosing around your smaller fingers on the handle, in order to guide your movements. Your pulse was already beginning to quicken, your face gradually getting hotter, as you struggled to ignore the effect his closeness was having on you.

“T-Thanks...”

Gally pressed a sweet peck to your cheek as he tightened his grip “Mm-hm. Now, shoulder up...” He instructed, softly, his breath slightly tickling your ear. You did as told. “Yep, just like that. Now lock your elbow. Your arm’s a little wobbly - that’s why it’s taking so much out of you.” Again, you did as he said, doing your earnest to focus on the task at hand, and not on your boyfriend’s low, breathy voice in your ear, or the heat of his strong body, or the way his arms felt around you...

“Like that?” You inquired, timidly, glancing up at his freckled face.

“Exactly. Now, drag it back and forth, and don’t squeeze the handle too hard - you’re just wasting energy that way.”

You took a deep breath and proceeded sawing through the wood, with Gally’s help, as he kept a firm grip on your hand. To your surprise and relief, it really did feel a lot easier, now that you were no longer straining your muscles in all the wrong ways, and in a matter of minutes, the sawed-off piece fell to the ground with a soundly “thump”.

You let out a victorious laugh, causing Gally to chuckle at your reaction. He thought it was entirely too cute.

“Finally! I did it!” You beamed at your boyfriend as he pried the handle out of your hand, placing the saw on the work table before interlacing his fingers with your own.

“You sure did. Next time, if you’re struggling with something, just come get me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes, blissfully, giving him a short nod of agreement. “Fine, fine, if you insist...” You mumbled, the urge to kiss him coating your senses and pulling you closer into him. You didn’t fight it. Standing up on your tippy-toes, your linked your arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing your soft lips against his, your ears basking in Gally’s deep hum of satisfaction. His hands wasted no time gripping your waist as he kissed you deeper, his lips moving so seamlessly and tantalizingly against your own, your mind beginning to swim at the sensation.

Despite not wanting to break the kiss, the distant sounds of other gladers working and chattering forced you to stay aware of your surroundings as you reluctantly pulled away from Gally’s lips with a sweet final peck. The builder grinned, giving your waist a languid squeeze before delivering you a wink that almost made your knees buckle.

“As much as it kills me, I gotta get back to work, baby.” He feigned a sneer as you chuckled, nodding in compliance and unwinding your arms from around his neck. You stepped back, already missing his closeness and warmth.

“Same here. Meet you at dinner?”

“You’d better!” Gally smiled, genuinely, before turning on his heels and departing to his task of fixing the Med Hut’s leaky roof.

-later that day-

“Alright, boys, let’s wrap this up. We’ll get back to it first thing tomorrow.” Gally clapped a couple of his builders on their backs - his way of letting them know they had done a good job without actually having to say it. He wasn’t big on dishing out praise and compliments, unless it came to you.

“Whatever you say, boss!” Scott, one of his most capable builders, quipped as he climbed down from the roof, fist-bumping a couple of his friends while they stretched their sore muscles.

Gally huffed to himself before going to pick up his instruments, his tall form disappearing from the guys’ line of vision.

As soon as the Keeper appeared to be gone, Scott’s expression promptly melted from cool to sour, a hint of spite flashing through his eyes.

“Looks like someone’s in a hurry to get back to his girlfriend.” He deliberately over enunciated the last word, frowning, as if just the thought of it was too ridiculous to occur.

Another builder, Jack, cocked a questioning brow at his friend “Oh? Jealous much?”

Scott rolled his eyes in response “I just don’t get it! How did that even happen? Why him? She had like forty shanks to choose from, and she went for him?”

Jack had to snicker at the guy’s plain and obvious jealousy, the sight of it being thoroughly entertaining. “Hey, easy, man! Clearly she sees something we can’t. She’s made her choice - deal with it.”

“Yeah, but did she have to pick the ugliest one? I mean, honestly, if it were someone like Minho, or Ben, or hell, even Newt, I’d sort of get it, but...”

Gally scoffed, bitterly, rejecting the idea of listening to the rest of that lovely conversation. Did they really think he couldn’t hear them? He’s only been a few feet away this whole time, for shuck’s sake. His features darkened, his hands clenching into fists. He knew it was stupid to let something like that get to him - obviously it was nothing more than jealous ramblings of some dumb shank, who would most likely wet himself if he knew Gally had heard him.

Still, as much as he despised to admit it... It stung, hearing that. Mostly because, deep down, some obnoxiously self-deprecating part of him, agreed with Scott’s words.

Gally had never really given much thought to his looks. That is, until you came along. As his feelings for you grew, so did his insecurity. He knew he wasn’t conventionally “hot”. True, he was one of the tallest guys in the glade, and he assumed he had a nice body, thanks to his job as a builder, so he at least had that going for him. His face, however... Gally didn’t believe it was anything to be considered “handsome”. As opposed to you, who he thought was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

He hated this, hated feeling like he didn’t deserve you, hated knowing that you could probably do so much better than him, especially when you weren’t there to reassure him, to tell him otherwise and kiss away his every troubled thought.

Gally growled, internally, his jaw tensing and his knuckles turning white. No, he needed to snap out of it. What the hell? You wanted him. You chose him, you were with him, you were his. He couldn’t let his faith in your devotion to him crumble, just because some dumbass had opened his big resentful mouth.

With an exasperated grunt, Gally stalked off to meet you for dinner, as promised. He was sure that as soon he saw your face, he would forget all about what had just happened. He hoped gazing into your glimmering eyes would be enough to hush every last unwelcome thought. Yet, as hopeful as he was for that, the tension in his broad shoulders remained, as if something heavy was weighing down on him, with very little he could do about it.

-later-

Something deep within you was telling you something wasn’t right. You felt a nagging sting of worry pinching at your heart as you made your way back to Gally’s hut, that you and him now shared.

You couldn’t help but sense that Gally had seemed a bit... off, all throughout dinner. The soft smiles he’d sent your way didn’t reach his eyes. His usually bright bluish-green eyes had been tinged with an underlying bleakness, and you had no clue where it was coming from. You’d tried to ask him about it, but the only response you got was a mumbled “It’s nothing” and a hurried kiss on your cheek.

You didn’t like it. You knew Gally so well by now - you could tell when something was bothering him. You cared about him, deeply, and so, seeing him so obviously anxious about something and not telling you what it was, put you in a bothered state as well.

Whatever it was, you needed to get it out of him. Gally was your boyfriend, and a pretty amazing one at that. If there was anything at all that you could do to help him deal with what was plaguing mind, you would do it, over and over again, if you had to.

You pushed the door open and entered the hut, a loving smile curling your lips as your eyes fell upon Gally. The builder was sitting on the bed, busily scribbling something in his journal, his knit brows and slightly clenched jaw painting his face with a look of pure concentration. Probably sketching in some alterations for the Med Hut expansion. You released a muted giggle, thinking his expression was entirely cute.

Gally immediately looked up at the sound that escaped you, his smile reflecting your own, his deeply focused gaze softening the second it landed on you “Almost bed time, huh?”

“Yes, indeed.” You delivered a little grin as you shut the door behind you and approached him, your delicate hands landing on his shoulders with a pleasant squeeze “And you’re still not done working?” You eyed the journal in Gally’s hands.

He responded with a scratchy chuckle “Perks of being a keeper, baby - I’m never done.” He feigned a deep sigh that made you giggle once more, but nonetheless, placed the journal aside, wanting to give you his full attention.

The only instances where you two got to be truly alone with one another were early in the morning and right before bed, so Gally cherished these moments with you. He would spend every second of every day alone with you if he could, but for the time being, he’d take what ever little scraps of time he could get.

“Well, I’m here now, so... Maybe you’re done, after all?” You smiled, your hands kneading his shoulders in a relaxing manner, feeling his firm muscles slowly release built-up tension under your touch.

Gally grunted, deep in his throat, as his own hands took a hold of your waist, pulling you closer in a not-so subtle motion.

“I sure as hell am, now...” The deep, slightly raspy tone of his voice made you weak in ways you hadn’t imagined before, but you were far from complaining.

With a playful smirk, Gally suddenly fell back on the bed, and you yelped in surprise as with one simple, yet effective tug, he brought you down with, causing you to topple onto him.

“Gally!” You attempted to scold, lightly slapping his chest, but the laughter bubbling from within you, as well as the rising pink hue to your cheeks, let him know how you truly felt about it.

“Aww! Sorry, is this too much?” He asked, almost rhetorically, a cheeky glint dancing in his eyes.

The blush adorning your cheeks only grew as you gazed down at him in pure fascination. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe Gally was yours, that you got to see the side of him everyone else was blind to. You shook your head, leaning down to plant an amorous kiss on his plump lips, as he took no time melting into it with a low-pitched hum. His large hands, warm and eager, gripped your waist tighter as he shifted you both up the bed, until the back of his head almost knocked against the makeshift wooden frame. You whimpered, softly, against his mouth before breaking the kiss. You witnessed, with a tinge on satisfaction, that his freckle-littered cheeks were now even redder than your own, his breath escaping through his parted lips as he stared at you like you were something out of this world.

Gally felt like he could never get enough of you. Your closeness had his heart nearly beating out of his chest, and the intoxicating sensation of your lips on his sent him reeling with more need than he knew what to do with. However, as he gazed at you, taking in every detail of your breathtaking features, his mind involuntarily called back to his inner turmoil, a couple hours prior. The spark in his eyes dulled, the corner of his lips twitching with a barely-noticeable frown as he was pulled back into that loathsome state of self-doubt he’d tried so hard to fight against.

The rapid change in his expression, as minimal as it was, did not evade your notice. In a blink of an eye, your dream-like state morphed to concern as you reached up a hand to cup his warm cheek “Hey... Gally, what’s wrong?”

He huffed a light puff of air, tilting his head to nuzzle his face into your cupped hand, the small gesture nearly making you swoon.

“It’s nothing. Stupid. Don’t worry about it, baby.” Gally mumbled, the response identical to the one you’d received at dinner.

Well, that wasn’t going to be good enough this time. You frowned in sympathy “Yeah, that’s what you said earlier, too. I didn’t believe it then, and I don’t believe it now.”

Gally relinquished a hushed groan, evidently reluctant to share what was on his mind, but all you wanted was for him to know that there was nothing in the world he couldn’t talk to you about. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the exasperated crease on his forehead, momentarily feeling it smoothen out under your lips.

“Come on... please? I can’t go to sleep if I know something’s bothering you.”

Gally sighed, deeply, his intent gaze meeting your own, and once again you were met with the somber pool of dejection that you had been so quick to spot.

To say he was hesitant to discuss it would be an understatement, but the plea in your gaze and soft voice was impossible for him to ignore. There probably wasn’t a single thing you couldn’t get out of him.

With a defeated grunt, Gally reached a hand up to carefully thread his calloused fingers through your silky hair, his voice dipping an octave lower as he finally spoke “Sometimes it just doesn’t feel like I’m good enough for you, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched at the mere sound of those words leaving his mouth. You felt a ferocious urge to stop him right then and there, yet... you didn’t. No, you couldn’t interrupt. You asked for this, for his honesty, so now he was giving you exactly that. You had to let him finish.

“I mean... You could’ve had anyone. Absolutely shuckin’ anyone, but for a reason I still don’t fully understand, you’ve picked me.” Gally bit the inside of his cheek, his rough fingertips turning cold as he let the words fall from his mouth. “I know what people are thinking. ‘What the hell is an amazing, sweet, funny, beautiful girl like you, doing with one of the ugliest shanks here?’. And you know what? I hate it, but they’re not wrong.”

Every sentence shot an icy pain through your heart as you had to bite your bottom lip to physically restrain yourself from shutting him up. You couldn’t stand that Gally was so critical of himself, especially when you saw him as the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

“And please don’t take this the wrong way - I’m not doubting your... feelings for me, and I’m so lucky that they’re even there, it’s just...” He trailed off, briefly, wanting to choose his next words carefully. “It’s a bit of a struggle to understand. Because you deserve the best, and I’m... well, hardly that.”

A short pause. Finally, it sounded like he was finished, and now it was your time to let him know precisely how you felt about all of it.

With a preparatory intake of air, you cupped his face in both hands, making him look nowhere else but at you, your eyes shining with determined empathy. “Gally... I chose you, because it’s always been you. Forty shanks here, and not one of them ever made me feel even a fraction of what you make me feel. I can’t explain why, because it’s not something that has an explanation - I don’t have an alphabetised list of reasons why I fell for you! I just... did. Because of who you are - that’s everything about you. And I don’t know who you’re calling ‘ugly’, because it sure as hell isn’t my boyfriend.” You paused, watching his eyes as he stared at you, mesmerized, without blinking, his mouth falling slightly agape as you could practically hear his heartbeat drumming in his chest. “So... Yeah, I can confidently say, without question, that I’m pretty happy with what I chose.”

After a few seconds of wired silence, Gally finally broke out of his entranced stupor, his voice nearly quivering as he traced a finger down the soft curve of your jaw.

“And what is it, that you chose?”

His touch made the loving warmth within you spread like wildfire, soothing your throbbing heart and coaxing a delicate grin to etch your lips “The best.”

At that, Gally released a short, incredulous huff, but couldn’t find it in himself to question it any further. You were truly a gift to him, a gift he had no idea what he’d done to deserve. In that moment, all the worries he’d had were effectively silenced, pushed away into the farthest, deepest crevices of his mind, not to be heard from again in a long time, if ever. Not a minute more would be wasted caring about anyone else’s opinion on your relationship with him. The only one that mattered was yours, and that’s the one he would hold into, for as long as you’d allow it. For as long as you’d want him.

Gally’s muscular arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into him, tightly and protectively, as he buried his face in your hair, trying to get you as close as humanly possible, and still feeling like it wasn’t enough.

You responded by nuzzling into the warm crook of his neck, your lips pressing the gentlest of kisses to his sun-kissed skin, the heat of his strong chest soaking into you and shrouding you in an impenetrable sense of comfort and love. His love. The type nothing else could compare to or dare to challenge.

“You know, the day you change your mind will definitely be the most devastating of my life...” Gally whispered, almost inaudibly, the consuming safety of his embrace clouding your senses.

All you could do was breathe a soft chuckle, holding onto him tighter as your lips murmured against his neck “I guess it’s a good thing that day isn’t coming.”

Because in your mind, with all the uncertainties and uneasiness that surrounded the glade, that was the one thing you didn’t have a single doubt about. It was him. Gally. And there was no one better.

Thank you for reading!

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cherryblossom-chopper · 3 years

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Hi! No, dont apologize!

Just take your time, please~ and good luck with the exams!

Well, my idea was like.. she is just a traveler. Like.. not a pirate or marine.

But honestly, however you feel okay with writining it.

Take care!

I've finally created something I'm happy with. I hope you're happy too! Enjoy, sugar!

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 708

A Good Day

Benn leans against the ship's railing; the salty sea spray has dampened his clothes and his hair. A small smile is on his face as he watches the horizon. Benn can tell that the day would be a good one. He is by no means a psychic or a prophet, but he always has had a way with things like this— determining good days and bad ones, that it is. This good day had started with his captain being awake at a reasonable hour; that was always a good sign. The waves had been sound and rocked the boat just enough to be exciting. The sun was out, and the breeze was soothing. A good day indeed.

As the sun drifts through the sky, what was once just a dot on the horizon has grown closer. Soon enough, Benn determines it's a small boat. Small enough to be a one-man crew, or in this case, a one-woman crew. No proper Jolly Rodger adorns the boat, only a colorful sail. As the dingy drifts closer, Benn grins. Of course, it's her—a very good thing to see, on a day such as this.

As the pitiful ship sails nearer, Benn hears the shouting from his crewmates. They all know (Name)'s sails and are quite excited. Rockstar quickly secures a rope to the Red Force and tossed it down to (Name), then she ties the line to her boat.

Benn leans against a post as the crew helps (Name) over the railing of the Red Force. She is all smiles and laughter, but her gaze is tracing the crowd searching for Benn. When they lock eyes, Benn saunters over. He isn't much for affectionate displays, but for her, he can make an exception.

Benn glances at his crewmates before leaning down and giving her a peck on the cheek. His face burns with embarrassment as the others ooh and ahh at him. Benn jerks back up and stands up at tall as he can, attempting and failing to tower over the other crew members. "To hell with the lot of you," he grunts before walking away.

Throughout her time on the ship, (Name) regales the Red-Haired Pirates with tales of her adventures. She and Benn steal little gazes between one another, but their relationship is not well hidden one.

Multiple times throughout the day and into the night, Shanks pesters (Name) to join them. The captain is confident that she could have just as good adventures aboard their ship, but she turns him down each time.

When the stars were at their peak, (Name) excused herself, and she descended down the side of the ship and back to her boat, Night Cap III. Benn is quick to follow her. She's so predictable.

"Why even bother coming down here in the first place?" he asks, settling into the boat beside her, "You always wake up in my bed anyway."

(Name) smiles and rests her head on his shoulder, "Because this always happens."

Benn can't help but smile. He gazes up at the stars before asking, "Why do you always turn the boss down? I'd like you to stay."

She sighs, "You always say that, and I always say the same thing."

"I don't want to get involved with pirate politics," they say in unison before Benn chuckles.

He wraps his arms around (Name) before asking, "What happened to your last boat Night Cap II? Did II burn down, like the one before it?"

She shrugs, "Eh, you lose a game of cards a few times. Y'know how it goes."

Benn snorts in amusement before declaring, "No, I don't. I never lose, Shorty."

She punches his arm. (Name) pretends that she hates that nickname, but in truth, she doesn't; she loves it in the same way she loves him.

The wind that had persisted throughout the day had become chilled, making (Name) shiver. Seeing this, Benn stands and offers her his hand.

"Want to take this back up there? Not many people should be up to bother us?" he offers.

(Name) took his hand and agrees, knowing full well what was in store for her after they found a secluded spot. Benn has always been a passionate and hungry man when it comes to her, and she revels in it.

Benn hauls (Name) to her feet before they climbed up the ship. What had been a good day was about to be an even better night.

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 1 year

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The Proposal

Warnings: none? Lingerie is mentioned?

Shanks x GNreader

Word count: 1184

Chapter 1

You and Shanks have been dating forever, like since you were apprentices on Rogers' ship forever. In the decade-plus that you have been together, you've been patiently waiting for him to make the next move. But now you were starting to get impatient with him because you felt that your relationship has not progressed to the next stage. Granted you had no right to be annoyed with him since you didn't voice your feelings on the matter to him. Shanks always said he would want to get married one day and have a spouse, you just didn't understand what was taking him so long.

"You're glowering at the boss," Benn grumbled, leaning back in his chair as his grey eyes scrutinized your features. You bit your lip and weighed your option, ask Benn for advice and the possibility of the whole finding out, or talk to Shanks first.

"I need some advice, and you're Shanks's best friend, maybe you might have some insight." You mumble.

Benn took a drag off his cigarette and huffed, "Really? I thought you're his best friend, and I'm the one who's been third wheeling you two since you were teenagers."

"You're both of our best friends I guess, but you know how Shanks wants to one day get married?"

Benn's eyes got wide for a moment, and he darted to Shanks, as he replied, "vaguely recall him saying that when he was drunk a number of years ago. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering why he hasn't proposed yet."

Benn rolled his eyes, sensing your insecurity, and groaned, "if you're really so impatient why don't you propose to him?" His words shocked you, why hadn't you thought of that? You've always been the one to initiate new things in your relationship. From asking him out when you were eleven, to asking if you can move into the same room when you were nineteen. It was always you making the first move, so why wouldn't marriage be any different?

When he realized you were actually considering it, you'd already thanked him for his insight, and gotten up to return to your room. Hongou came over and sat down in your chair, drunk as a skunk and grinning like an idiot. As he takes a swig from a bottle of rum, he asks, "what's got you so slack-jawed?"

Benn put out his cigarette and got up, "I need to start planning a wedding, and...fuck I'm gonna need to get a camera."

A week later, despite the constant pestering from the crew's helmsmen, you finally settled on how and where you would propose. You planned to buy the ring on the next island and propose on the island after that, the Fern Kingdom. Which was famous for its brilliant foliage, deep fjords, crisp air, and copious waterfalls. But there was still one problem, you didn't know Shanks' ring size. When you expressed your issue with Benn, he pointed out all you had to do was to wait for him to fall asleep to get it.

"But he's such a light sleeper," you grumbled.

Benn leaned over the back of his chair, twisting to face you as you were curled up on the sofa in his office, he said, "what are you talking about? He sleeps like a log. I've literally dropped him down a flight of stairs carrying him back to your room after a party, and he didn't wake up."

"He only sleeps like that when he's drunk, which I suppose is often enough I shouldn't have a problem."

"Does he usually go to sleep with you sober? " Benn asked, "Because all the times we've shared sleeping quarters, he's always insisted he needs a nightcap to sleep."

"He sleeps best cuddled up to someone, but any way will you help me get the ring size if you encounter him passed out before I do." You inquired, putting the ring-sizing tape on his desk. Benn nodded his head and tossed it in his cigarette box, and huffed, "If we need to we can always take him drinking before going ring shopping."

"You want to come with me to pick out the ring?"

Benn's sharp eyes flicked up t you as his expression soured, "of course, I'm coming with you to pick it out. There is no way in hell I'm letting you go without me. I've been with you two through most of the big steps in your relationship."

"You mean you were around when we were going through most of the big steps."

"No I mean I was with you, Shanks always had me follow along on your dates."

You blinked at him incredulously, "you really have been third-wheeling us."

Benn nodded, "yer damn right I have. I had to pep talk Shanks before you two boned the first time. I deserve to have input on y'alls wedding and engagement rings."

You held up your hands in surrender, and Benn tucked his cigarette box back into his pants pocket.

That night Benn kicked in the door to your bedroom, short of breath when he panted, "Shanks has passed out, but he's surrounded by the crew and I can't check his ring size without raising any questions. We'll have to do this as a team to get it." When you nodded your head and grabbed the sizer, Benn said, "Alright, I'll distract the crew while you get the ring size."

"Please one look at me, and they'll be too distracted by me to watch you get his size," You stated, opening your robe to show the lingerie and nightie underneath.

Benn clicked his tongue, "that'll work,” and followed after you as you glided down the hall.

The crew had gathered in the lounge area, bottles littered across almost every flat horizontal surface in the room that wasn’t the floor. Yassop, Lucky Roo, Hongou, and Lime Juice were gathered around Shanks passing a few markers back and forth drawing on their unconscious captain’s face. You put your hands on your hips and started to gently scold them like they were children. “Boys, what are you doing? That’s not nice. Benn would you carry him to our room?”

Benn snapped his fingers and muttered, “good idea.”

The group looked over their shoulders to see you playfully glaring at them, only vaguely registering Benn as he circled around. Yassop whistled, “god-damn, what’d Shanks do to earn this?”

You chuckled, “can’t I dress cute for myself?” Despite looking at the group as they abandoned their markers and drifted toward you, you were watching Benn sneak around and scoop up the redhead.

Once Benn had him out of the room you excused yourself and went to your room. Where you found Benn had haphazardly thrown Shanks half on and half off the bed and was fitting the sizer around his ring finger.

“He’s a size 10,” he announced, glancing over at you expectantly. When you stared at him, he rolled his eyes, “well write it down, 'cause neither of us will remember, and we’ll have to get him drunk again, which’ll cost a fortune.”

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Leech Lord - Beginnings and regrets

The single least Seifa thing Seifa has ever done, is probably also the most actual Seifa thing she's ever done, and that's extremely Seifa of her.

It was going against every lesson survival had beaten into her so far in her life, and helping Tyreen instead of walking away all those years ago.

(Pre CoV)

Pandora is a terrible place.

The whole Galaxy is, Pandora just has a reputation that's honest about it.

The Edens, Athenas, Promethea, Tantalus, every city on every settled planet is built on a foundation of bones, nowhere's really safe or actually wants the humans that settled uninvited and ruined the neighborhood. Can't really expect an ecosystem to welcome you with open arms when you immediately start destroying it for profit, and life ain't easy anywhere. Nowhere is good. Nowhere is nice.

You can't live for long without finding out how dangerous "caring" is.

Small family units survive, yeah, clans scrabble out a living on rock plains and migrant space-rigs, but if you hold out a hand to a stranger in need you need to know the risks, need to really understand how likely it is that there's a knife behind their back and a couple of crosshairs already trained on you.

You have to be harsh, you have to be cruel. Everyone who makes it on the border planets knows the unwritten rules.

Unless you've the backing of a town militia or a hell of a lot of weaponry, you can't afford to risk your own safety for others - and Sei has walked past more people who gasped out a desperate plea for help with one of the few breaths they had left then she could ever, ever let herself acknowledge. Fuck man, everyone has. It's one of the sad truths of living at the knifepoint everyone balances on out here at the fringe.

...It's no different really on the corporate ones, the blades waiting to land in your back are just better dressed there.

So, when Seifa went to walk away from that filthy kid in the junkyard with the busted SMG and found herself stopping as the girl pleaded for medicine, that was beyond out of character.

That was weird. That was impossible to justify, and she lost plenty of nights to trying to do so after - long ones, with tears and far too much whiskey.

It's hard to think back on, how unsettling and stomach turning that first month had been. The whole thing feels like a blur, some grease smeared memory that's mostly lost to the desperately anxious conflict that was going on in her head the entire time. She can remember specific points, but they're half images half feeling, nerves and worry all tangled together into something she hates dwelling on.

She remembers the heat mirages swirling above the desert sands as Elpis set on the horizon, driving the girl out across the salt flats as Ty panicked and urged Sei to go faster, all while she was trying to explain to herself WHY she hadn't slapped this stranger out of her buggy and throttled in the opposite direction. What had gotten into her?

She doesn't remember anything that the kid had said as she was lead by her into that dark shack, still battling with why she wasn't turning around, why she was gingerly picking through debris to reach what looked like a hastily set up camp surrounded by rusting sheet metal and pieces that used to be the hovel - but she remembers the stink of fever sweat that wrinkled her nose and that sad mound of sharp angles heaped at the center by a burnt out fire pit, and the shock of realising it was a man when Tyreen had dropped to her knees and begged through sobs for him to keep breathing.

That she had "Found someone to help."

Recalls fighting back the equal disgust she felt with herself for helping carry the nothing he weighed out of that shithole, and for the fact he was still alive in this state. Covered in filth, blood, chunks of.. something, and reeking of puke and god knows what else. How she chewed at her lip till she tasted copper as the buggy engine rattled in complaint under them, flooring it when she knew the shoddy weld job on the left axle wasn't going to take this strain and would need another couple of hundred dollars she didn't have in repairs by the time she got these pathetic kids back to her ship - and she remembers wincing hours later at her empty medical cabinet after gutting it to keep the boy alive.

Saline stock sucked dry, bactum wasted, and she was saving those health kits for when she might need them...

It was a bad decision. It was a stupid decision, and she'd spent that first night when the girl had cried herself to sleep and he'd finally stabilised, sitting on the cold floor of her quarters with her back pressed against the repurposed mag-lock door, cradling her pistol in her lap as she gnawed at her nails.

They were Sirens.

Sirens.

Moron. Stupid fucking twat, If Boss found out, he'd kill her before these two could get the chance.

Helping them had been idiot move enough, had gone against every fiber of who she'd built herself into, but she couldn't have known. Tyreen had been covered in rags, and Troy's markings too dim and caked in muck to even see before they'd gotten him cleaned up and stable.

She hadn't known. She didn't know, nothing about Sirens anyway, just that you didn't fuck with 'em in the first place. Sirens were bad news, Sirens were the bane of Pandora in the last few years and everyone knew the stories. They were monsters who could turn you inside out or roast you alive without needing to point a gun first, and now she had two in her home with no defenses bar a shitty Jacobs she knew damn well she could barely aim, and hopefully enough faux confidence to seem in control of the situation.

That first night had been the worst.

The twins slept fine, Troy out cold and Ty having cried herself unconscious shortly after his heart beat had become something possible to confuse with normal if you squinted at the scan display from the right angle, but Sei didn't close her eyes once.

Sat awake all night in the clunking, humming, rattling silence of her home as she thumbed the revolver's cylinder slowly, considering how each click marked another second she'd left them both alive instead of doing the right thing and emptying a round into each of their skulls. Pandora would take care of the bodies and she'd fix a serious mistake she was walking straight into... but the suns rose in the end, and the twins were none the wiser about how close the decision had actually been.

It didn't really get better. The fear did, that passed over the next couple of days, but not the worry, not the regret. Two more mouths to feed when she only had the funds for herself? The girl was going to have to learn how to work. The cash she'd put aside was for her junker colony, not strangers, and the boy still couldn't even stand... and how were things going to pan out even if they so far didn't seem to be quite as monstrous as she'd been told so many times in no name dive bars in settler towns?

What if she took Tyreen out on a barter run and her markings got noticed? That mad corporate fuckwad Sexy George or fuckin whatever had just been running some reward scheme for Sirens, right? Would the lowbrows she dealt with on a daily basis here comprehend that wasn't a thing anymore, or would Sei be shanked and Ty abducted within hours of setting foot in a trade dock?

And him...

What the fuck was she going to do with him.

He wouldn't talk, wouldn’t even look at her, just some massive, gangly, awkward, nervous child that ghosted around the edge of her vision and scurried out of the room like a panicked Skag pup if she made the mistake of looking directly at him.

Sick still, even if he was trying to stay in his crew cubby for less every day, the one she'd told him was his and still had not a word of thanks for yet. Shaky, delicate, and in no physical condition to be able to help around the ship yet alone have a chance of bringing in some extra dollars, even if he hadn't been missing such a huge chunk of himself. Pity wasn't going to keep him fed, and she was pissed with herself for feeling it for him in the first place.

She figured that's what had done it really... them being siblings.

That raw desperation in Tyreen's voice as she'd begged Seifa to help when she'd turned to walk away. That her brother was so sick and she didn't know what to do. Siblings gut punched her in ways she knew were a weakness out here. The twin thing? That had just cemented it really. Helping wasn't in Seifa's nature, but leaving kids to die wasn't in her bones.

Still, she'd make it work, she always did. They'd survive, and she'd come out of this in profit one way or another, that was as sure as an Athenian monk lowballing an offer.

She'd train the girl up and run some deals with her, cover the costs of helping them out with a tidy margin for herself - then she'd leave 'em with the tools to survive, a couple of hundred bucks to get started and never have to see them again.

She'd be fine. She was always fine.

That's very Seifa of her.

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loove-persevering · 4 years

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Don’t Be A Hero (JJ Maybank x reader)

Description: hiii, i wanted to request an imagine or blrub with jj from outer banks? love the show can it be somthing like reader beeing a fucking badass and she (idk if u remember this scene whit the gold and the drug dealer and the gun and shit so) she is the one to go in the car to take the gun away from the drug dealer?

I HOPE I DID YOUR IDEA JUSTICE ILY THANKS FOR SENDING THIS REQUEST IN!

WARNINGS: Violence, Weapons, Swearing.

‘’Holy Shit!’’ You yell as soon as you get in the car, ‘’Pinch me, I have to make sure this is real,’’ You say to JJ and he smiles his hand reaching over to you and actually pinching your arm, ‘’Not that hard!’’ You say swatting his hand away.

‘‘You said to pinch you,’‘ JJ says shrugging his shoulders.

‘‘Where are we going?’‘ Pope asks closing the van door and sliding into a seat next to Kie.

‘‘Resurrection Drive,’‘ Kie tells him.

‘‘I’ve never heard of that,’‘ You chime in.

‘‘Me either,’‘ Kie says looking at you her face also looking a little skeptical considering almost none of you had heard of the street and you had lived in the OBX your entire life.

JJ puts his hands on your shoulders from behind you giving them a squeeze, ‘’Come on we’re about to be rich!’’ He says now shaking you. You laugh realizing you were probably just over thinking it anyway, you glance up at him turning around slightly and you could see the jitters echoing off of him. He seemed to happy, he glances down at you finally leaning down pressing a quick eager kiss on your lips before pulling away and wrapping his arms back around your shoulders holding you close.

You smile letting yourself breath for a minute, after all you had all been through it finally paid off and now it was time to quit literally get paid. You started to think to yourself about what you would do with your money, JJ and you had been dating for almost a year and a half now and even though that’s a pretty short period of time you both knew where you stood. You had both talked about the idea of getting your own place, somewhere that was not John B’s house.

All you would have to do would be stick it out until you both graduated and then make the big purchase, something nice and just for the two of you. ‘’Day dreaming?’’ You heard JJ whisper into your ear as the conversations went on around you.

You glance up at him smiling and squeezing his forearm letting him know he was right. JJ’s influence was a great one, although he was a little spontaneous he brought out that side of you as well something that you had never really had the chance to explore before you met him.

A few minutes later the car was filled with silence as you watched the trees pass by through the back window of the van. ‘’So they keep money out here?’’ Pope finally ask, it was something you yourself had been questioning the further away you got from some of the local spots.

‘‘That’s what she said,’‘ He says pausing, ‘‘That’s what she said,’‘ He says letting out a laugh, you raise your hand playfully hitting him on his arm.

‘‘Stop,’‘ Pope says his voice full of annoyance.

‘‘I’ve never even heard of Resurrection Drive,’‘ Sarah says turning back to look at everyone from the passenger seat.

‘‘Cause you’re rich,’‘ JJ points out.

‘‘You’ve never heard of it either,’‘ Kie says calling him out and sara thanks her. ‘’There’s nothing but weeds back here,’’ Kie points out lowering her head to glance through the front window.

‘‘It’s been just weeds for miles,’‘ You point out.

‘‘All right just cause it’s just weeds doesn’t mean it’s like-’‘ JJ begins to speak but the sound of a cop siren stops him short.

Everyone glances back now aware of the sudden cop car trailing behind, ‘’Cops’s out here?’’ You ask completely confused, there was barely anything out here.

‘‘God! Are you kidding me?’’ JJ says panicking holding the gold in his hand. You raise your hand resting it on his arm trying to calm him down.

‘‘Hey, calm down. We did nothing wrong.’’ You point out to him.

‘‘Stash that,’‘ Pope says referring to the gold nugget.

‘‘I hate cops,’‘ JJ says.

‘‘Did you bring the gun?’‘ John B asks and for a second you felt a panic set in knowing that JJ had been bringing that thing everywhere lately.

‘‘No. Okay?’‘ He says wrapping the gold in a piece of cloth. ‘‘Everybody told me to leave it back at the place.’‘ You felt yourself breath a sigh of relief knowing they couldn’t find anything contaminating at least, well besides the gold.

‘‘Thank God.’‘ Kiara says. ‘‘Please, everything else in your bag.’‘ She tells him.

‘‘I am, I am alright?’‘ JJ says trying to hurry and put everything in his bag.

‘‘How much weed do you have on you, bro?’‘ She asks noticing how panicked JJ was getting. You move slowly out of the way as Pope trys to assist JJ in putting the bag some place safe.

‘‘He’s walking up.’‘ Pope tells JJ only making him more panicked.

‘‘Guys!’‘ You say trying to get them to all calm down. ‘‘We all just need to chill the hell out and-’‘ You stop short when you heard the gun cock, you glance at the window noticing that the person who was not a cop had a gun aimed right at John B’s face.

‘‘Why don’t I go ahead and see them hands in the air?’‘ The guy says. You look over to Kie noticing the panicked look on her face and you felt a lump in your throat knowing this could only end badly. ‘‘All yall’s hands in the air now!’‘ He yells now pointing the gun to the back seat causing you all to flinch and hold your hands up slowly. ‘‘You, out of the car! Let’s go!’‘ He says and John B slowly opens the door his hands still held up.

You all sat in the car scared to move as John B made his way around to the passenger side door. You were the closest to the door and you turn around waiting for the door to slide open so you could be the first to get out as quickly and smoothly as possible. ‘’Go On! Go on! Let’s get out of the car, Let’s go!’’ The guy says still screaming. When the door finally opens you made sure your hands were visibly raised and you push off the car allowing one foot to step out and then the other only looking at the man. You were scared to look anywhere else fearing he would shoot. ‘’There you go, pretty girl. Here we go! Get out of the car! Let’s hurry up!’’ He says aiming the gun directly at you.

He keeps taunting you all with his words and you move backward slowly next to John B, JJ gets out of the car trying to talk him down letting him know we didn’t have money but that just causes the guy to yell more.

‘‘All right! Just Relax!’‘ JJ yells at him slowly moving back.You could only hope JJ’s temper wouldn’t get the best of him in this situation. He had the tendency to not back down from a fight, but hopefully the gun showed him this time he didn’t have the upper hand.

‘‘Shut the hell up!’‘‘ He says moving closer to JJ the gun practically touching his chest. Pope walks over grabbing him by the shoulders trying to pull him back to make more of a distance between the two. ‘‘I will blow your damn head off!’‘ He says waving the gun right in JJ’s face.

‘‘JJ,’‘ You call out to him letting him know you were there, ‘‘Just stop okay, listen for once alright?’‘ You call out not sure if you were being heard over the screaming voices.

‘‘Lay down in the ditch! Lay down in the ditch!’‘ He kept repeating, you slowly cower to the ground as does everyone else ‘‘On your goddamn hands and knees! Down!’‘ He yells now walking down the line of you his gun pointed distinctly at everyones face. You glance down not wanting to make direct eye contact and your body lays flat on the ground your hands over your neck. You press your cheek against the leaves that had fallen and your knees were pressed into a wet portion of the grass. While your head was on the ground you noticed the car the guy had been driving was right there.

When you glance back he had made his way back over to the car, ‘That’s all y’all gotta do.’’ He taunts before heading into the van. You notice JJ was closest to him and his body was practically stiff as a board, you knew he was pissed everyone was. JJ sometimes didn’t understand the line between scared and angry and when they crossed you were scared he was going to explode.

‘‘It’s a setup guys,’‘ Kie points out, it all made sense now we never saw the boss of the pawn shop. You’d think six kids coming in with seven pounds of gold he’d want to see it for himself, let alone inspect it but he didn’t.

‘‘That old bat shanked us,’‘ JJ says and you could hear the anger in his voice. ‘‘Fuck! Goddamn it’‘ He yells hitting the ground with his fist.

You glance back at the car realizing the guy would be quick for an exit, it was six to one after all. But once he got the gold he’d have to carry it and having that and a gun in his hand would be a lot for him to hold. You slowly begin to push yourself up from the ground the leaves crunching under you, ‘No, no, no,’’ You hear Sara begin to say earning the attention of everyone else.

Pope saw you before JJ did, ‘’Y/N don’t try and be a hero!’’ He yells and immediately you press your finger up to your lips telling them to be quiet. When JJ notices you he immediately tries to get up but Pope holds him down pressing his hand over his mouth.

‘’Y/N,’’ Kie whispers loudly. ‘’You’re gonna get yourself killed!’’ She points out. As you walk backwards carefully watching the van you see JJ let out a shaken breath and he glances back to the van which let you know you were cut for time. You reach out for the car door opening it slowly and getting inside, you immediately reach for your wrist to unwrap the bandana you always had on. There was nothing else for you to use your best bet was to get him from behind. Once you finally get the bandana off you reach forward noticing your friends panicked looks from the front window and grabbing the keys from the ignition.

The familiar threatening voice made it aware he had found exactly what he intended to, ‘’All right, y’all stay just like that unless you want your brains blown out all over this road!’’ He yells. You immediately duck in the back seat scared he would see you were missing, ‘’Don’t move your goddamn heads, okay?’’ He yells.

You heard his hurried footsteps against the road probably eager to get away from all of you. You thought he saw you before getting in but he steps inside the car immediately laying the gun in the passenger seat and adjusting himself in his seat. You slowly make your way up from behind him making sure your bandana was positioned just right so you wouldn’t miss. Quickly you move pulling the bandana over his head and around his neck making your presence aware. His hand immediately shoots back hitting you in the face causing you to fall back and loosen your grip of the bandana around his throat, with the opportunity he turns around grabbing the gun with his opposite hand. You reach your hand out so now the gun was in front of both of you and he reached forward pulling your hair causing you to yell in pain. ‘’Bitch!’’ He yells.

You pull the gun as hard as you can away from him and his hands were still reaching for you as you took your hand trying to find the door handle, your shaking hands made it hard but you finally found it pulling on it. You slide your body across the leather seats and fall out the car onto your back, he follows making his way out of the car this time his body over yours his foot makes contact with your ribs once before you groan in pain. After only a second JJ came up from behind him punching him in the gut but not hard enough because JJ gets a hard punch to the face knocking him down. Kie comes up behind him kneeing him in the stomach but he pushes her off she as well falls to the ground. You push your self up and as he was turned around you take the gun slamming it into his back and he falls to the ground sara only a foot away from him.

‘‘I got the gold!’‘ You hear Pope yell.

Sara takes the open car door slamming the guys body with it receptively, then Kie comes up now kicking him in his abdomen and then Pope knocking him against the car.

‘’You son of a bitch!’’ Sara yells at him as his back laid against the car hunched over. John B reaches down pulling off the mans mask revealing his face.

‘‘I know this piece of shit!’‘ JJ yells out. You grip the gun in your hand scared that he would make a sudden movement, ‘’’He’s a basehead.’’ JJ points out.

‘‘Probably knows my brother,’‘ Sara says referring to Rafe.

‘‘He sells coke to my dad.’‘ JJ says his voice laced with disgust.

‘‘Listen I could’ve hurt any single one of y’all,’‘ He begins to speak and JJ takes the gun from your hand forcefully slamming the end part of it into the baseheads face.

You instinctively go froward pulling on JJ’s shoulders to hold him back, ‘’JJ!’ You yell at him. You reach forward trying to grab the gun from him but he jerks away too blinded by anger at the moment. You glance down noticing the guy wheezing on the ground knocked over, JJ moves forward rummaging through the guys pockets and pulling out his wallet taking out his ID and throwing the car back to the ground.

‘‘We got one last stop.’‘ JJ says pushing John B out of his way. He walks over heading to the car, ‘‘Let’s go see where this son of a bitch lives.’’ JJ says not taking a glance back.

‘‘I’m gonna remember this shit!’‘ You hear the scream as you walk away in hot pursuit of JJ. You reach up wiping the wet liquid that you quickly found out was blood from your face where you had been hit. ‘’You can’t hide from me!’’ He yells. You quickly make your way into the passenger seat of the car wincing as you sat down holding your hand to your side.

‘‘JJ don’t be fucking stupid.’‘ You yell at him, the rest had already gotten into the back of the van and JJ takes off down the road and you felt your back press against the seat from how quickly he took off.

‘‘Me? Stupid?’‘ He yells out. ‘‘What the hell was that back there?’‘ He yells looking at you.

‘‘I was the closest to the car, we would’ve lost the gold.’‘ You plead to him, ‘‘Slow the hell down!’‘ You yell at him realizing you had made it a distance away from only the few seconds you had been driving.

‘‘I’m the reckless one right?’‘ He says looking to you, ‘‘I’m getting even, he tries to steal from us, we shall stealeth from ye’‘ He says.

‘‘What the hell do you mean JJ?’‘ You ask him. Everyone else giving their input as well.

‘‘I mean exactly what I said.’‘ He says.

‘‘You’re going to steal from a drug dealer? Do you know how stupid that is?’’ You yell at him. ‘‘Pull the damn car over!’‘ You yell at him realizing screaming at each other was not the condition to drive in. ‘‘Pull over JJ,’‘ You yell again and he finally swerves over and you can hear the groans from the back of the car.

He eventually does come to a stop, ‘’Out of the car now,’’ You tell him. He looks to you and lets out a deep breath reaching for the door handle and stepping out of the car. ‘’We’ll be just a minute.’’ You tell the rest following JJ out the car. ‘’Are you out of your damn mind?’’ You ask him. ‘’You think you’re just gonna walk in there and steal from the guy? He’s a drug dealer-’’

‘‘I know what he is Y/N!’‘ He yells. ‘‘I know what he is.’‘ He says sounding frustrated pulling at the hair on his head. ‘‘It’s an eye for an eye Y/N,’‘ He says as if it was that simple.

‘‘You think that he won’t come for you? You think he’s just gonna let it go?’’ You yell waving your hands back toward the area where you were held at gun point, ‘‘He just held us at gun point for having gold, what happened when you take money that’s his?’‘ You ask him, JJ tries to walk back to the car but you step in front of him, ‘‘Tell me JJ what happened when he comes for us?’‘ You ask him sternly.

‘‘If you don’t want to come then don’t,’‘ JJ says to you. ‘‘I’m not scared of him,’‘ He tells you.

‘‘You damn well should be!’‘ You yell at him.

‘‘Then don’t come,’‘ JJ says. ‘‘If you’re scared don’t come,’‘ He tells you. ‘‘Some of us need this money Y/N.’‘ He tells you knowing he was referring to his restitution.

‘‘Fine!’‘ You say ‘‘I won’t come then!’‘

‘‘Just like that?’‘ He asks, his voice sounded different now. ‘‘You’re done just like that?’’ He asks you.

‘‘You’re putting lives in jeopardy JJ, not only your own you need to realize that.’‘ You tell him.

He watched you for a second not really saying anything, ‘’I’ll call your mom tell her to pick you up.’’ He tells you making his way back to the car. You watch wanting nothing more for him to turn around and let you know you were right, but he didn’t. He just steps back into the drivers seat of the car and starts up the engine, you see Kie and Pope glancing at you from the back window of the van both with worried and confused looks upon their face. The car takes off more steadily this time but in the process leaves you behind.

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THIS GOT INTENSEEEEE WHEEEWIE,

I would really like to write a part 2 let me know if you’d like to see that!

Thanks for reading as always:)

I didn’t proof read oops.

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nakunakunomi · 4 years

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I love everything about you - Shanks x Reader

I couldn’t possibly pick another character for @mooshs-crack-headcanons 300 followers special / contest! church of Shanks always! This is some very fluffy self indulgent writing. The prompt I got was “Knuckle kisses” Hope you enjoy!

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. cw: insecurities and mental health struggles, slight hurt/comfort. Mostly comfort.

It was a beautiful day. The moment you woke up, you could feel the sun on your face already, and you could see how nice and calm the sea was through the porthole. You turned around, hoping to find your boyfriend for some morning snuggles, but unfortunately for you he had gotten up already. You sighed, stretching and slowly getting off of the bed.

You trudged over to the closet, and pulled out an outfit for the day, like many pirates; the same as the day before. As you were getting dressed, you felt a pit form in your stomach. You were just not feeling comfortable, not really feeling yourself. It was not an uncommon occurrence, so you knew just to power through and make it to the end of the day. The fact that it was such a beautiful day would help a little and you already mentally prepared yourself to do some chores that would allow you to be away from the rest of the crew for a bit.

To give you that extra push to get through the day you switched your usual shirt out for one of Shanks’, his soothing smell and the way the left sleeve crinkled from being tied up in a knot too often made you feel oddly comforted without having his presence actually there. Maybe it was for the better, there was a lot going on that he needed to focus on and you didn’t want him to worry about you on top of that.

You skipped breakfast, immediately heading to the machinery room on the lowest level of the ship. Maintenance and cleaning down there was everyone’s least favorite chore, and ensured no one would come down to disturb you as you tried to keep your head occupied with tasks,making sure you didn’t have time nor space to give to distracting and intrusive thoughts.

It worked for a while, you focussed so hard on the job that you were almost in a meditative state, just cleaning all the pipes and valves, checking the meters and taking note of things you should probably bring up to the shipwright when you are feeling up for human interaction again.

You nearly jumped when you felt a hand touch your shoulder, and you bumped your head when you got up and turned around, ready to scold whoever wanted to interrupt you, anger ebbing away the moment you noticed it was Shanks. You could almost feel yourself deflating, struggling to returning a smile as he laughed at your reaction.

“Are you all right? You’re so jumpy. Is that my shirt?” he frowned, noticing quickly that you were not smiling and worried he had done something wrong. His smile faltered. “No no... I am okay, just a little tired, I don’t think I slept deep enough this night” He raised a single eyebrow, not buying your story. “You looked pretty fast asleep though” You sighed, not ready for his probing and not up for a deep or exhausting conversation on how you were just not feeling like yourself today, how everything felt wrong and how you were just not in the best mindset. “Shanks...I-”, you sighed again, feeling a lump form in your throat, unsure of what to say that could get him to go away without worrying him unnecessarily. “Its just not my day. I’m feeling... worthless, so....”, you took another deep breath, “so I am just gonna try and make myself useful for a bit and wait until I can go back to sleep. Don’t mind me, okay? You have enough to worry about.”

He reached out his hand, cupping the side of your face as you stared at him waiting for him to speak up, or even better, just leave, because you had no way of further explaining how you were feeling. “Y/n, you are not worthless. Everyone has their bad days, that doesn’t automatically make you worthless.” His hand let go of your cheek, setting on your shoulder and slid down to grab your left hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you a little closer. “I know, I just.... I don’t want to bother you” He chuckled, as if what you said was funny almost, “you should know better than to think you could ever bother me.” You looked down, staring at your feet and the way he was still holding your hand, already making you feel better through such a small gesture. No matter how bad you were feeling, you still loved this man more than anything in the world.

He lifted you hand, slowly dragging the back of it against his face and the stubble on his chin tickled it, making you look up with the slighest hint of a small smile on your face. He then placed your hand against his lips, pressing soft kisses on your knuckles and the back of your hand, taking his time as chances were small anyone would interrupt this intimate moment.

He only let go of your hand to place it on your back to pull you completely into him. You rested your head on his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of comfort you had tried to keep close to you by putting on his shirt, and finally feeling yourself relax a bit. Shanks was the first to break the silence.

“You know I love you right?” You could do nothing but hum in response and step even closer, afraid your voice would break the moment you replied. “Even when you’re feeling bad. Even when you don’t think you’re worth it. I love you, I love everything about you. Even the silly part that thinks my shirt would be a fitting substitute for me while the real deal is only sitting a room away; perfectly ready for some distraction from your wonderful presence.”

His voice was calm and soothing, but you could literally hear him smiling as he expressed his love. It warmed your heart, and while the intrusive thoughts were still present, they were being drowned out by the overwhelming love and postivity coming from Shanks.

“I love you too” you murmured. “How bout you come upstairs with me then, sit in my lap and we enjoy some sake as I finish today’s log?” “Don’t you have way more to do than that?” Your argument was weak and your voice was soft. You didn’t want to be a bother, but his presence was just too alleviating and his offer too tempting. “I am the captain, I have no boss to explain to why I did or did not do certain things” he was full on chuckling right now and you decided against bringing up Benn who would not be too happy with Shanks’ decision of leaving his work as is in favor of some cuddles and sake, but at the moment, it was just what you needed too; so you didn’t say anything.

“Okay then, let’s go.” you held onto him a little longer before moving to his right side to grab his hand, bringing it up to return the earlier comforting gesture and pressing some kisses to it as you made your way upstairs. He offered you a loving smile in return, and you felt your heart swell. This was not going to be the last day of feeling worthless and your negative thoughts would come and go, but at least for now, the way more positive feeling was there to stay. And you would focus on that.

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whereistheonepiece · 2 years

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Buggy is super cute, okay?! Like I totally get why you like him, I love him lots too. He’s just so cute and charming??? And like I always look forward to his appearance in canon. I wish we’ll have more episodes with him. All Hail our Captain Buggy!

Someone asked me once why I like Buggy so much and I said it's because he makes me laugh.

I recently went back and rewatched most of his appearances in the anime (minus those filler eps where the cast is in old Japan and he's a crime boss bc I forgot about them) and it was a delight.

And I'm with you on that. I'm looking forward to what Oda has planned for him. My theory is that he's going to be involved in the final arc and will hopefully get to see the One Piece with Shanks.

#buggy #shanks #asks #anonymous

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komkommertijd · 3 years

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F1 2020 Grid as German rap songs

Since the 2020 season has come to an end, I thought it might be a good idea to finally share this thing that I’ve been working on since June. I have no idea as to why or how I had this idea, but I’m sure I’m not the first one to do this, anyway. I’m sorry to all my fellow Germans in advance <3

Disclaimer: I translated all of the lyrics myself so some things might not be completely accurate, for which I can only apologize. I do not agree with the way some rappers portray women, so I made sure to steer clear from those lyrics.

(post under the cut because it got kinda very long whoops)

Lewis - Vintage (RIN)

Oh Lord, wo soll das Ganze enden? Fahr' so schnell, ich wechsel' jede Woche Bremsen

[Oh Lord, where is this supposed to end? Driving so fast, I’m changing brakes every week]

It’s a song about being a champion, living a luxury life, nice clothes, and well...driving fast cars. Any more questions? Rin is one of my favorite German rap artists, so I just had to include his songs, and this one makes you feel like a real badass, just like our king Lewis 😌

Valtteri - In meinem Benz (AK Ausserkontrolle, Bonez MC)

Du siehst mich im Benz sitzen, so wie Lewis Hamilton

[You see me sitting in a Benz, just like Lewis Hamilton]

It’s kind of obvious why I chose that song, right? Other than that specific line there are some more parts about how much the rapper apparently loves his Mercedes and this song just screamed Valtteri to me.

Charles - NENENE (Fero47)

Sitze bald in roten Ferrari Geben Gas in der Hood Ruf' ich danach, "C'est la vie!"

[I’ll soon sit in a red Ferrari Rev up in my hood Shouting “C’est la vie!” afterward]

Ignoring the entire part about Monte Carlo and all the French words, this specific part just always reminds me of Charles when I listen to the song. More badass vibes but less seriously so because I can’t take Fero’s voice that serious at all, which fits Charles.

Sebastian - Ferrari (Eno, MERO)

Roter Ferrari Ich gebe Gas in einem Ferrari Roter Ferrari Yeah, ich sitze tief in einem Ferrari

[Red Ferrari I rev up in a red Ferrari Red Ferrari Yeah, I’m sitting deep inside a Ferrari]

There’s a part about “rolling with [a] bro in a white Mercedes” and my brain said Sewis rights. Other than that, this is once again a rather obvious choice, if not all that up to date anymore. Some lines about racing on the German highway, so of course I had to go for Sebastian with this one.

Max - Fame (Apache207)

Die Rapszene ist nur ein Affenzirkus In dem kleine Kinder gern mit Waffen hantieren Ich steh', wo ich steh', weil ich bin, wer ich bin Und nicht weil hier irgendjemand Apache platziert

[The rap scene is a madhouse Where little kids like to make use of guns I stand where I stand because I am who I am And not because someone places Apache]

This simply gives me Max vibes, I don’t have much more to say as an explanation. It just feels right, with criticism towards mentally “weaker” individuals and the confidence in making a name for oneself based on own achievements and hard work. Also, Apache has become a rather popular musician in the past year(s) (especially to obnoxious 5th graders, all tea no shade), which is just...Max, I won’t elaborate.

Alex - HONDA (Ansu)

Hold on, kommt was Schnell – Konter Dreamer, besonders – Willy Wonka Auto – Honda

[Hold on, there’s something coming Fast - Counterattack Dreamer, special - Willy Wonka Car - Honda]

I mean, it’s a song about a Honda driver? I struggled quite a bit with finding a song for Alex, but when I first listened to this song, my mind threw his name at me in blinking neon letters, so this is the vibe we’re going with - a funky fast Honda driver <3 (PS: I have no clue what the Willy Wonka thing is about but....why not)

Carlos - Habibi (Casar)

Sie schreibt: "Habibi", denn sie vermisst mich Ich fahre weit davon mit mein'n Hermanos

[She texts me “Habibi” because she misses me I drive far away with my hermanos]

I can only listen to the word “hermanos” so many times without my mind associating it with Carlos, so this one was a rather obvious choice for me as well. Also, there are some parts about Spain in this song so I had to be lame and do the obvious with this one.

Lando - 500 PS (Bonez MC, RAF Camora)

Ich drück' aufs Gas, hör' die 500 PS Fahren durch die Stadt, GTA Los Angeles

[I step on the gas, hear the 500 HP Cruising through the city, GTA Los Angeles]

This one’s a solid mainstream German rap song (not that I’d call Lando a mainstream person), liked to some extent by most people, and it gets you moving, which reminds me a lot of Lando. Cars and mentions of a video game make for a hit and Lando unites just that in person as well.

Daniel - Emotions 2.0 (Ufo361, Céline)

Baby, nimm einen Schluck Dom P. für die Emotions Ich erhöhe deine Dosis So viel Schmuck Mehr Drip als ein Ocean

[Baby take a sip Dom P for the emotions I’m increasing your dosage So much jewelry More drip than an ocean]

A bittersweet love song with rich boy summer vibes and one of my favorite German songs to be released this year, in fact, it’s my most listened to song on my phone, make for a combination that just screams Daniel to me. This song hits different when driving into the sunset in a fancy car or when biking through town at 1:30 am on three cans of Red Bull (believe me, I tried), and always reminds me of better times. It’s the ideal song to sing and rap along to, so that matches Daniel just fine.

Esteban - Einsneunzig (Brown-Eyes White Boy)

Bin fast einsneunzig, stell' mich auf die Bündel, das' ein Weltrekord Lass' die Zeit Revue passier'n, selbe Jungs und selber Ort

[I’m almost 1.90, stand on a wad of cash, that’s a world record Let’s recall the past, same guys and same place]

1.90 meters as a reference to Esteban’s height, obviously, simply made sense to me, once again. The second line reminds me of his feud with Pierre, so I had to choose this song. It’s better than Ratten im Hof (rats in the yard), and this reminds me of a wannabe gangster, which just screams Esteban to me, I’m sorry <3

Pierre - DAS RENNEN (RIN)

Ich hoff', eines Tages, wir gewinn'n das Rennen Wie bei Red Dead Redemption Irgendwann der Letzte wie Shanks Spinner Rims glänzen

[I hope one day we win the race Just like in Red Dead Redemption One day the last like Shanks Spinner rims are shining]

I know no one will believe this story but I started working on this post like half a year ago and I chose that song for Pierre back then and uhm, manifestation worked, I guess? Once again, I’m a big fan of Rin’s music, so choosing this song for Pierre is a bit like selfcare. The lyrics mention changing the world and well, so far Pierre has as least changed my world 😌

Daniil - One Night Stand (Capital Bra)

Ty moja ljubimaja Takaja diwnaja, krasiwaja-ja Sprawjedliwaja, njepobjedimaja Ty moja-ja, Baby, ty moja-ja

[You are my darling Such a wondeful, beauty Fair, invincible You’re mine baby, you’re mine]

I really hope I got that translation more or less right but other than that, I didn’t simply choose that song based on the Russian part. It’s a song we used to listen to a lot a few years ago and one of those from the days where Capital Bra was famous but less so than he is today. It reminds me of simpler times and it’s a pretty vibey song that, if you allow it to, draws you in and makes you dance. I have a soft spot for Daniil and the song reminds me a bit of him.

Lance - Bronx (Veysel)

Du musst doppelt zahlen, deshalb krieg' ich es umsonst Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, eine Villa irgendwo Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, ein paar Villen irgendwo

[You have to pay double that’s why I get it for free Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, a mansion somewhere Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, a few mansions somewhere]

This is a song that you have to listen to on high volume in a fast car, one that once again has really badass vibes. It’s nice to rap along to and hard not to move to. The rich boy vibes in the chorus that I’ve included in this post are pretty inevitable and logically, I had to associate that with Lance. When I turn this song on, everyone enjoys it, and I think Lance deserves to evoke that emotion in everyone as well.

Sergio - AVENTADOR (Dardan, Eno, Noah)

Roll' im Aventador Ich fahr' grad vor Gebe Gas, sag': "¡Adiós!"

[Roll in an Aventador I hit the road Step on the gas, say “¡Adiós!”]

I mean yeah, I could have chosen that song only because of the Adiós but that’s a bit lame even for me. Instead, the entire fast car vibe reminded me a lot of Checo. I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him and this year he once again showed people ([coughs] my brother) that he’s been severely underestimated. So stepping on the gas and outpacing everyone else felt like the right vibe.

Kimi - Sorry Not Sorry (Monet192, Takt32, badmómzjay)

Was du für Karriere machst, mach' ich als Hobby Was du für Probleme hast, interessiert keinen

[What you made your career, I do as a hobby What problems you have, no one cares]

The title itself embodies Kimi and so does the entire song. The not giving a shit vibe, paired with the mention of the hobby thing as an indirect reference to the famous Kimi quote about seeing his job more as a hobby, are just 100% Kimi. I really couldn’t have found a better song for him.

Antonio - Maserati (RAF Camora)

Capo dei capi Trip noch im Alfa, doch bald Maserati

[Capo dei capi Trip still in an Alfa but soon in a Maserati]

I did very much not choose the song because “capo dei capi” (the boss of bosses) is a mafia related thing, but because of the Alfa part, duh. Roadtrips in an Alfa along the Adriatic coast are cool and all but a Maserati is obviously the main goal, and that reminds me of Antonio quite a lot ~for some reason~. The entire part about making it far in life without a “serious” job is just very F1, so the vibes are there. Happy very belated birthday Toni <3

Romain - HOCH (CRO)

Alles holt dich down, lass es einfach los Und die Dinge unter dir sind gar nicht mehr so groß Ich schau' nach oben und auf einmal geht's hoch

[Everything drags you down, just let it go And the things below you are not as big anymore I look up and suddenly it goes upwards]

This song is just very peaceful and calms my mind when I listen to it, which radiates the same comforting vibe as Romain. The topic of rising despite things dragging you down are a very prominent topic here and reminded me a lot of him, especially with him leaving Haas and everything around that. It just feels nice to listen to a bit of an uplifting song once in a while, and this one does it in a way that still allows you to feel calm and safe, which is something I associate with Romain a lot.

Kevin - Vorbei (Nico Rosseburg, Sierra Kidd)

Sag mir bitte, wie passe ich die Zeit? Der Augenblick war schön, doch es ist vorbei

[Please tell me, how do I pass the time? The moment was nice but now it’s over]

With Kevin leaving F1, I had to go for this song for him. It’s a bit more of a sad topic (so am I with the knowledge of him not being there next year) but without making the entire thing sound melancholic. I only really learned to appreciate Kevin this year and I’ll miss having him around, so this song kind of fits that idea for me.

George - 20 Zoll MAE (Celo&Abdi, Bonez MC)

Ich fahr' mit Schrittgeschwindigkeit, so wie ein Don Hättest gerne meine Felgen, aber wirst sie nicht bekommen

[I drive at walking pace like a Don You’d like to have my rims but won’t get them]

Making this solely about driving at walking pace would be a bit mean but there’s a part in the song soon after about looking beautiful in a Mercedes, so that’s pretty much George. The song just carries that fun vibe and the subtle (not really) flex, which makes it great to listen to if you want to get in a happier mood. It’s a song about Mercedes rims, of course I had to choose George 😔

Nicholas - Standard (KitschKrieg, SFR, Trettmann, Gzuz, Gringo, Ufo361)

Treff' mich in Miami, fliege nur noch First-Class Nur noch unterwegs, kriege Heimweh

[Meet me in Miami, only flying first class anymore Only on the road anymore, getting homesick]

More ~rich boy vibes~ and a song that has been playing what feels like 24/7 on MTV Germany the last two years. It got so bad that some people around me still reply in the trademark Gzuz voice when someone uses the word “standard”. Anyway, I associate this song with Nicholas because just like KitschKrieg did with their first “own” song, Nicholas has joined the game and left an impression on everyone, in one way or another, and I’m willing to see/hear more of that :)

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