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Shanks x reader - Drunk nights

" I am only loyal to my partner. " Here's a statement from a drunk Shanks as he sits on the floor and stares at you with a look that's half drunk and half hostile

this sentence would have even made your heart melt if it weren't for the fact that you have to take your captain to his room while he refuses to listen to you...and because he's so drunk he doesn't recognize that you're his partner

you tried to tell him that you were his better half but he doesn't seem to believe you, in fact he almost looks at you with more hostility. You mumble some insults to your drunk boyfriend and then decide to change your approach

"okay fine fine" you say putting both hands on your hips "but you still have to come with me to your room. you don't want to sleep on the floor. it's unbecoming for a yonko"

"pfft, you think i am stupid? I know what are you doing" he says smiling as he struggles to get up but can't do it and falls to the ground again " you wanna seduce me" a pause " i know my beauty"

you roll your eyes,even if you agree that your boyfriend is pretty..very pretty, practically all women have a crush on him, especially thanks to his charisma (and you've been jealous quite a few times)

"I'm loyal I'm a y\n!!" he says firmly, but those red cheeks from the alcohol make him look adorable and you can't help but smile "they are the love of my life! so i won't fall for your evil tricks" and he points his finger at you with his only remaining hand

you sigh, it seems that today is going to be a tough job, you look at him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. You crouch down to his level, he tries to step back but loses his balance and falls with his head on the ground.

you crawl on top of him and position yourself with your face a few inches from his, hoping that if you get closer he might recognize your face and luckily he does because his eyes widen, as does his smile. And suddenly you find yourself with your back on the ground and your boyfriend on top of you hugging you

"Y\n!!" says happily "i missed you baby"

this time too you roll your eyes but you have a smile on your lips for how your boyfriend looks like a labrador when drunk "now can you cooperate? I've been trying to get you to the room for at least half an hour"

Shanks smiles mischievously "maybe before we sleep we can-"

he is immediately interrupted by you shaking your head "no, not even a kiss. You smell of alcohol"

he whines "but baby…at least cuddling?" he asks hopefully

"absolutely not, you smell too much. You will sleep on the couch in our room, i can't stand when you stink so much " you say playfully

he pouts whining another more, hugging even more tightly " i can't sleep without you, my love! this is a torture, i tell you! i am just a guy enjoying a bit of alcool...i need your cuddles!!"

"fine fine" you say exasperated

Shanks smiles triumphly and kisses your face with sloppy kisses, happy that he will cuddle with his darling

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Dragon has been serious since childhoodI XD

I'm just imagining what Garp's interaction with his son might be like. Dragon is completely different from Luffy...

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saw someone say that they think dragon and shanks are working together, yeah…it’s called co parenting

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The way I could make an essay over this poster🩷

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yeah it’s sabolaw again

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Brotherly things

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Romance By Impact

A series of unfortunate training accidents, unexpected collisions, and very confused pirates—featuring awkward kisses, deadpan reactions, and maybe a few new feelings.

shanks x reader | zoro x reader | mihawk x reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, accidental kiss, light romance a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing word count: 3k

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: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

SHANKS

The tavern was rowdy in the way only a Red-Haired Pirates pit stop could be—laughter bursting at the seams, ale spilling like waterfalls, and someone’s boot hanging from the ceiling for no discernible reason.

You were seated at your usual corner table, safely tucked away from the wildest parts of the madness but still within arm’s reach of chaos if it happened to wander over. Which it always did. Because, of course, you were with them.

Tonight, chaos arrived in the form of Lucky Roux barrel-rolling across the floor, chasing after a chicken that had apparently stolen his sandwich.

You sipped your drink without blinking.

“Should we stop him?” you asked no one in particular.

“Nah,” came Shanks’s cheerful voice as he flopped down next to you, drink in one hand, and a smirk stretched wide across his sun-warmed face. “Roux’s gotta work through that betrayal himself.”

You tilted your head, watching the chase. “That chicken has excellent footwork.”

Shanks snorted. “It’s always the poultry you least expect.”

He nudged your shoulder with his, and the casual warmth of his presence settled around you like a blanket that smelled faintly of salt, rum, and trouble. You’d been with the crew long enough that this kind of night was practically a lullaby—boisterous, ridiculous, and, in a strange way, comforting.

“Bet you five hundred berries Benn falls asleep with his eyes open again,” you said.

“Double if he does it standing up,” Shanks countered immediately, raising his mug.

You clinked glasses in solemn agreement, like any two upstanding degenerates would.

The crew roared around you—music blaring, a couple of drunk pirates arguing over whether a narwhal could beat a sea king in an underwater arm-wrestling match—and for once, nothing too insane was happening.

Until it did.

It started innocently enough, as these things tend to.

Yasopp challenged Shanks to a drinking game. You were pulled in as the impartial referee, a decision that now, in hindsight, seemed… foolish.

Very foolish.

“I swear on my entire alcohol stash that I won’t cheat,” Shanks said solemnly, hand on his heart.

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know the rules yet.”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “So I can’t cheat if I don’t know how.”

“…You are so full of crap.”

“Don’t judge me with those eyes,” he said dramatically. “Your judgment is louder than Benn’s gun.”

The drinking game was a disaster within two minutes. Shanks was supposed to drink only when you called “go,” but he insisted he had “emotional premonitions” of when the right time was, which led to half the table being soaked in rum, and you nearly getting knocked off your seat laughing when Yasopp fake-passed out from "betrayal."

The grand finale happened during a particularly rowdy round, when Shanks, in the middle of turning to dodge a flying peanut (launched by a vengeful Lucky Roux, still chicken-less), whipped his head around—and smacked right into you.

Forehead, nose, lips.

An accidental kiss.

A very smack-worthy, full-on, blink-and-you-miss-it kiss.

There was a beat of silence as your heads bumped slightly, your faces still awkwardly close. He blinked at you. You blinked back.

“…Well,” you said, completely calm, “that’s one way to dodge a peanut.”

Shanks blinked again, then burst out laughing, tipping backward so hard he almost fell off the bench.

“You—” he wheezed between laughs. “You just got accidentally smooched, and your only comment is about a peanut?! DAHAHAHA”

You took another sip of your drink. “You missed the peanut. Poor reflexes.”

“I’m an emperor of the sea!”

“With poor reflexes.”

The table erupted in laughter. Yasopp fell off his chair. Benn, true to the bet, was already dozing with his eyes half-open in the corner.

Later that night, the party simmered down into lazy chuckles and off-key sea shanties. You and Shanks were still at the table, now sharing a plate of spicy skewers someone had abandoned (their mistake).

“So,” he said eventually, nudging you again. “About the kiss.”

You looked up from your skewer squinting at him. “You’re not gonna propose or anything, right?”

He almost choked. “What?!”

“Some people get very dramatic about first kisses,” you said matter-of-factly. “If you were about to declare undying love and offer me a life of sword-swinging romance, I was gonna need at least three more drinks.”

He stared at you for a moment. Then grinned, slow and wide.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Pot, meet kettle.”

Shanks stretched, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “I was gonna make a cheesy joke about how that kiss stole my breath away, but now I feel like you’d hit me.”

“I might. Gently.”

“Deserved,” he admitted.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, settled deep into the bones of the night, the kind of silence that says we’re fine, we’re good, we’re idiots, and it’s okay.

Then Shanks leaned his elbow on the table and gave you a smirk that was half mischief, half curiosity.

“But seriously,” he said, “not even a little flustered?”

You thought for a second, then shook your head.

“You’re not my first accidental kiss, Shanks.”

He gawked. “What?”

“There was this thing with some guy once,” you said, picking up another skewer. “He fell asleep mid-training, woke up, swung his sword, tripped, face-planted into mine. Lips. Boom. Instant nap buddy.”

Shanks looked personally betrayed.

“I thought we had something special.”

You shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. “Sorry, I’m a walking magnet for chaos. If anything, this makes us even.”

He was quiet for a beat, then started chuckling again.

“You know,” he said, grinning, “I think I might like that about you.”

“Not the chaos part, right?”

“No, especially that part.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping shoulders with him again. “You’re lucky I’m immune to charm.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

You turned to him, deadpan. “Try aiming better next time. If you're going to kiss me, at least make it count.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

And then Shanks’s grin turned absolutely feral.

“Oh-ho-ho,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

You got up, stretched lazily, and patted his head like one might a particularly smug golden retriever.

“It’s a ‘you spilled sauce on your shirt’ distraction, actually.”

He looked down.

There was no sauce.

You were already halfway to the door.

“Hey!” he called after you, laughing. “That’s cheating!”

You raised your mug in a mock-toast without turning around. “So are emotional premonitions, Captain!”

ZORO

The sun was brutal. The kind of heat that could fry an egg on the deck of the Thousand Sunny if you weren’t careful—or cook your brain if you were dumb enough to train during it.

Which is why you, naturally, were dumb enough to train during it.

“Your stance is all over the place,” Zoro grunted from where he stood, shirtless and already glistening with sweat. His swords were tucked under one arm like an afterthought.

You adjusted your footing. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“And it’s still true five minutes later. Amazing, right?”

“You’re a terrible teacher,” you muttered, shifting again.

Zoro snorted. “And you’re a terrible student. So we’re even.”

It was a typical afternoon—Zoro had been training solo on the upper deck until you wandered in with a practice sword and what you claimed was a completely reasonable curiosity about swordsmanship. He, of course, took this as a challenge to prove why he was the best swordsman on the ship.

You took it as a challenge to mildly annoy him while improving your footwork.

“You're using too much shoulder,” he said, stepping around you. “All power, no control.”

“You sound like Sanji when he critiques my chopping skills.”

Zoro scoffed. “Don’t lump me in with the eyebrow.”

You grinned. “Hit a nerve, mosshead?”

“Try again, and I’ll knock you on your ass.”

“Oh no, sensei, I’m quaking.”

Zoro rolled his eyes, stepping in to correct your posture, hands rough but surprisingly careful as he nudged your wrist and shoulder into position. He stood too close for it to be entirely comfortable—not for you, at least—and his breath was warm against your ear when he muttered, “Now, swing.”

You did.

Too fast. Too hard. Too ambitious.

Zoro moved to block—too late.

There was a flurry of movement. Your feet caught on each other. His elbow knocked into yours. Balance gone. Two bodies tumbling—

And then—

Wham.

His weight half on top of you. The practice sword somewhere nearby, long forgotten. His lips smashed awkwardly against yours—messy, breathless, more collision than kiss.

Silence.

Hot, stifling, vaguely sandy silence.

Zoro lifted his head, eyes wide like someone had just hit him with a frying pan. His nose bumped yours again.

You blinked at him.

“Well,” you said, voice dry, “that’s one way to teach me about impact.”

Zoro scrambled back like he’d been electrocuted, nearly tripping over his own sword in the process.

“I—I didn’t—That wasn’t—” he pointed at you, flushed, eyes wild. “You fell!”

“Correct,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. “I was there.”

“We collided!”

“Yep.”

“Your face was just—right there!”

“I imagine it still is.”

Zoro stared at you like you’d grown a second head. You sat up fully, dusting off your shirt, and glanced around.

“Honestly,” you said casually, “I’ve had worse landings.”

“That was your mouth!”

“Well, it wasn’t your foot, so I’m counting my blessings.”

He stood there, mouth slightly agape, looking like his brain had entered maintenance mode. You picked up your fallen practice sword and twirled it idly.

“Anyway,” you added, giving him a once-over. “You okay? You didn’t, like, sprain your pride or anything?”

Zoro blinked. “I—I kissed you!”

You looked at your wrist like you were checking an invisible watch.

“And I’m still breathing,” you said. “So no emergency.”

“You’re weirdly calm about this.”

“Zo, you once mistook a cactus for a training dummy and challenged it to a duel. Our standards for ‘weird’ are skewed.”

Zoro turned scarlet.

“That was one time.”

“I still have the sketch Usopp made of it.”

“I will burn it.”

You shrugged, walking past him toward the rail to stretch your sore legs. “Go for it. I have backups.”

He followed after a second, still visibly flustered, arms folded tightly across his chest.

“So,” he said slowly, suspiciously, “you’re not… mad?”

You looked at him. “Mad? You tripped and accidentally kissed me. I’m not gonna sue you for emotional damages.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.”

“It wasn’t, like, a move or anything—”

“I know.” You smiled, folding your arms. “Though if it was, I gotta say—clumsy technique. Room for improvement.”

That shut him up.

For about three seconds.

“You’re infuriating.”

“You kissed me.”

“That doesn’t mean I like you!”

You raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say you did.”

More silence.

Then Zoro turned abruptly toward the rail and muttered, “Well, maybe I do.”

You stared.

He stared harder at the horizon.

“…Did you just confess to the ocean?”

“It’s neutral ground.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“And you’re annoying.”

You stepped closer, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Do you always fall on top of people when you’re into them?”

“Only the ones who can take it.”

You smiled, surprised and not surprised at the same time.

“I’m flattered.”

He side-eyed you, still red in the ears. “So… you don’t mind?”

“The accidental kiss? Or the part where you basically admitted you like me?”

“Both.”

You gave it a moment. Then shrugged. “I don’t mind either.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

You looked him up and down. “You’re hot, skilled with three swords, and somehow managed to trip and kiss me without impaling either of us. That's impressive.”

“You have low standards.”

“I have realistic standards. And I’ve seen you snore in a tree upside-down. I’m not exactly expecting poetry and roses.”

“…Good. I don’t do that stuff.”

“Obviously.”

You leaned on the railing beside him.

“You know,” you said casually, “if you want to properly kiss me sometime, you could just ask.”

Zoro stiffened.

Then, very slowly, he said: “…You mean, like... on purpose?”

You nodded. “Yeah. With mouth coordination and everything.”

He looked like he was solving a physics equation in his head.

“That’s… bold of you.”

“I am bold.”

He glanced at you, then at your mouth, then away again, scowling like it personally offended him.

“Maybe later.”

You grinned. “You say that like I’m on a schedule.”

He muttered something under his breath that sounded like “annoying brat,” but didn’t walk away.

Later that night, you found a small bundle of snacks on your bunk—your favorite, carefully tied with a red string.

There was no note.

But Zoro was mysteriously missing from post-dinner drinks.

And when you found him again, fast asleep on the training deck with a slight smile and a very obvious blush…

You didn’t say a word.

But you did steal his bandana and left a note in its place:

“Next time, I’m aiming for your mouth. On purpose.”

MIHAWK

The first thing you learned after arriving on Kuraigana Island was that everything was too quiet.

The second thing you learned was that Mihawk didn't do "chit-chat."

He spoke in silences and glances, moved like a blade through shadow, and regarded most human emotion with the polite detachment of someone observing a minor weather event.

You weren’t sure why he agreed to let you stay, but you weren’t complaining. Something about “discipline” and “training potential.” Or maybe he just liked the sound of your sword clashing against his—it was hard to tell.

Currently, the clash in question was taking place in the overgrown courtyard behind his castle. Vines curled along shattered pillars, moss blanketed stone steps, and two crows cawed disapprovingly as Mihawk parried your strike with less effort than someone brushing lint from a coat.

“Tighter grip,” he said, flicking your blade aside.

“I have a tight grip,” you huffed, adjusting your footing. “My bones are humming.”

“Your technique is humming,” he replied, stepping around you. “Your bones are just trying to keep up.”

You gave him a look. He returned it with a subtle, unimpressed tilt of his head.

“I’m going to hit you eventually,” you muttered.

“Unlikely.”

“Says the man with a bird for a butler.”

“Perona talks more than you. And she’s a ghost.”

You lunged again—he sidestepped effortlessly. Your momentum carried you forward, and before you could recover, Mihawk moved. A blur. His hand on your arm, redirecting. Your balance tipped.

One misstep.

You fell.

So did he.

Right on top of you.

His hat flew off.

Your mouths met in a brief, surprised, and completely accidental kiss.

It was soft. Barely a second. Warm. Smelled faintly of red wine and leather.

Then—

He blinked.

You blinked.

The crows blinked, probably.

“…Well,” you said, still flat on your back. “That’s one way to parry.”

Mihawk didn’t move immediately. His face was inches from yours. He was clearly calculating something—trajectory, blame, moral ramifications, possible prison time.

Then he leaned back, brushed nonexistent dust from his coat, and offered a gloved hand.

“I believe that qualifies as a technical error,” he said flatly.

You took his hand and stood. “Are you talking about my stance or the kiss?”

“The latter,” he said. Then, after a pause, “The former was already unsalvageable.”

You snorted. “Charming as always.”

“Mm.”

He turned to retrieve his sword, as if he hadn’t just accidentally kissed someone in the middle of sword training on an abandoned island.

You rubbed your jaw. “You kissed me.”

“I landed on you.”

“Lips-first.”

“That was not intentional.”

“Shame. You’re weirdly good at it.”

Mihawk paused mid-step. His eye flicked to you like a dagger. You could’ve sworn one of the crows wheezed.

“I am proficient in many skills,” he said at last.

You nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll add ‘spontaneous kissing’ to the list.”

“Remove ‘self-preservation,’ while you’re at it.”

You grinned. “I’ll take my chances.”

He turned back toward the castle with his usual smooth grace, pausing just long enough to say over his shoulder:

“You’re due for footwork drills. Ten laps.”

“For kissing you?”

“For falling.”

“Again, you fell too.”

“And yet here I am. Standing. Composed.”

“Smug.”

He didn’t deny it.

You did your laps. Begrudgingly. Grumbling.

By sunset, Mihawk was seated on the stone steps, wine in hand, his sword resting beside him like an extension of his arm. You joined him, flopping down with a huff and sweat-damp hair.

“You planning to avoid talking about it forever?” you asked.

He sipped his wine. “Define ‘it.’”

“The part where you kissed me.”

He glanced sideways. “Do you truly require verbal confirmation of what your mouth already knows?”

You blinked. “Is that your version of flirting?”

“It’s my version of clarity.”

You stared at him. “So you’re not denying it?”

“I am denying the accident. Not the effect.”

You tried not to visibly short-circuit. “That was almost romantic.”

“I could try again,” he said calmly, still watching the horizon.

“Oh yeah?”

“Properly this time.”

You hesitated.

Then turned to face him. “Alright.”

He looked at you fully now, gold eye sharp, steady. There was no dramatic lean-in. No swelling music or cinematic pause.

He just placed his wine down, leaned in slowly, and kissed you.

Softly.

Deliberately.

His lips were cool from the wine, but his hand warm as it rested lightly on your jaw. No rush. No fumble.

Just precision. Control.

Steel and silk.

When he pulled back, you were pretty sure the crows had tactfully flown off.

“Well,” you said faintly. “I see why people fear you.”

“Because I kiss well?”

“Because you do everything like it’s a duel.”

He raised a brow. “Is that a complaint?”

“Not in the slightest.”

You leaned back, satisfied. “So... are we dating now?”

“That depends,” he said. “Will it interfere with training?”

“Only if you kiss me mid-swing.”

He gave the faintest smile. “Then we’ll manage.”

Later, you found a red wine left near your sword. Wrapped with black ribbon. No note.

Very Mihawk.

You kissed his cheek in the morning.

He didn’t protest.

But your next sparring session? Brutal.

You limped for three days.

© dollywons for the dividers <3

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One Piece Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

Long Works (>25,000 words)

It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)

The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)

Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)

The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)

Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)

Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)

📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)

📝 Free (Trafalgar Law/Reader) by ElenaMoon (153k)

📝 Throne by teroinreadsteroinwrites Shanks x OFC (41k)

📝 This is Us by Anonymous Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (90k)

📝 Card-Sharp by VintagexTypewriter Shanks x OFC (90k)

📝 Home Is Where the Hearts Are by brouhahas Trafalgar Law x f!reader (37k)

📝 Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser Platonic Whitebeard Pirates, Platonic Heart Pirates x OFC (339k)

📝 Bound by Silver by ToastedMilkBar Corazon x f!reader (46k)

📝 Immune To Your Charms by @grandline-fics Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader (26k)

📝 Chaos in Their Bones by @eureka-its-zico OPLA Zoro x f!reader (148k)

📝 Determination! by @thesharktanksdriver Platonic multiple characters/crews x child!reader (69k)

Puzzled by @mynewblackdress OPLA Sanji x f!reader (35k)

Medium Works (10,000-24,999 words)

Epiphytism by Jarchetype Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (23k)

Little Blue Bird by MidNightWriter42 Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (12k)

📝 Affiliation by maybeitsdee Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (23k)

📝 The Beast and the Mouse by @simpleeindulge Eustass Kid x f!reader (12k)

📝 Little Game by @gingernut1314 Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (16k)

the blade daughter by @halfvalid OPLA Zoro x f!reader, Dracule Mihawk x daughter!reader (24k)

You Should Be Sad by @fanaticsnail Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (14k)

put my name at the top of your list by @ladadiida Sanji x f!reader (12k)

Through Shadow by @gingernut1314 OPLA Sanji x f!reader (10k)

Your Highness by @nanawritesit OPLA Sanji x f!reader (13k)

Come Sail Away by @sassenach-on-the-rocks OPLA Sanji x f!reader, OPLA Zoro x sister!reader (15k)

📝 Stowaway by @spitfire-of-the-sea Platonic Whitebeard Pirates x f!reader (10k)

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A Vintage Bouquet Masterlist

Masterlist Here

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Word Count: 5k+

Themes: Slowburn, slow burn, long fic, long distance relationship turned found friends to love, strangers to lovers, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language. Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader.

Notes:

Read on Ao3

Chapter 1

Mihawk stops on his journey home to an island famous for its women, and more importantly to him, its wine. The legacy of your mother's good name can be tasted in every bottle of wine you create. You aren't going to let the monastery take that and sell that- and you- without vengeance. You unknowingly bribe the man into helping, unaware of his reputation.

Chapter 2

Mihawk spares your life not out of mercy but due to bureaucratic sabotage, good wine, and vague convenience. Out of spite, he places you in his cursed, crumbling castle upon the island of Kuraigana. You are given a cold servants' room, no promises, and one sarcastic note.

Chapter 3

After Mihawk leaves without warning—his only parting words a backhanded note to the mandrills not to eat you—you’re left to survive alone in a haunted, crumbling castle with nothing but vinegar, rotting furniture, and a deeply bruised sense of pride. So you begin rebuilding your life out of sheer spite.

Chapter 4

Rot, Vine, and Vengeance — the story of what happens when you're abandoned in a haunted castle and decide, out of sheer spite, to become the most terrifying vintner the Grand Line has ever seen. There’s soil. There’s screaming. There’s a very aggressive carrot-based alliance with jungle cryptids.

Chapter 5

It all begins with a mandrill trying to warn you, and you, armed with a ladle and blind optimism, misreading the situation entirely. Enter: Shanks. Loud. Red-haired. Uninvited.

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Soul Shanked Masterlist

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Themes: Fastburn, short fic, long distance situationship, too charming redheads, strangers to lovers, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language. Shanks x f!reader

Read on Ao3

At nine, you asked what a man was. Elder Gloriosa described a creature of chaos, charm, and cursed shoulder width. You swore an oath: no man would ever claim you. Years later, as a respected Amazon Lily envoy, that oath dies the moment a glowing name—Shanks—appears on your palm. A soulmate mark. You panic. Shanks, naturally, celebrates.

Chapter 1

Your hand starts glowing with what's likely a disease or a hit. You consult the experts.

Chapter 2

Touched his hair. Got cursed. Screamed a lot. Hancock tried to kill him. Didn’t work. Turns out soulmates can’t be more than ten feet apart—or dead. Oops.

Chapter 3

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Reader: The moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Shanks, looking at Reader: Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful? Reader and Shanks in unison: sighs Mihawk

(Some crack in the form of incorrect quotes. They have good taste in men)

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Can you write some headcanons about being the only female crewmate in red hair pirates?

Being the only fem!pirate on the Red Hair Pirate crew

Masterlist

It was a weird vibe at first.

Half of them were really awkward with you, trying not to be too manly cause they think that would make you uncomfortable.

The other half treats you like you are one men more and that can cause some really strange situations.

It was a matter of getting adjusted to the situation and having you around.

One example was the brothel parties, of course they made you a little uncomfortable at first, but you tried to cope with it cause you are the newest member.

Shanks realized this and aproached you one night that you were on the bar drinking.

You talked a little and he realized that it wasn't the best idea to do that, in fact, he realized some things that he didn't know about the brothel industry... cause you said it to him.

You thought the crew would hate you cause Shanks stoped the brothels parties, but when Shanks opted with pub and bar nights, they were all happy.

And so you could breathe happy and relieved.

The other thing that just made you laugh is that they didn't quite know period and all the things that come with that.

Yassop came one day with 6 packs of tampons and asked for your pussy size.

You laughed like crazy but seeing all their stunned faces made you realize that this was going to be a tough talk.

You were really embarrased talking to all these men for a whole hour about how periods work... but they got it now.

One thing that they really love about having you aroudn is that you make their looks improve.

The amount of times that Yassop, Shanks or Benn asked you for a fit check is almost hilarious.

Also, when they first saw you using a face mask they got really scared, it was dark at night and with no lights.

Then one day you found one of them with the same masks, and that was the start of the make up and glow up nights.

Where you help them trim their hair and beard, you do face masks and drink detox juices.

They really became drama queens and got some of your features.

They are more than glad to have you around, cause you are amazing and you are their girl.

Even though sometimes thay can be really awkward, but they love you a lot.

[cassandra-the-liar]

[cassandra-the-liar]

Hi (:

I saw ur event and i didn't know which prompt to pick! but i will go with - roger and prompt 19 please- (if u write him, if u don't its totally okay!!)

Thanks and bye 🤍🤍

❥ #19 — a corny pirate joke

reader: gender neutral + you/your

word count: 467

notes: thank you for requesting!! i was debating on writing this b/c i haven’t met him a lot, but i decided to anyways! hope you like it!

yin’s 200 followers event !

At the front of The Oro Jackson stood your one and only captain, Gol D. Roger. He stood there proud and tall looking toward the horizon with absolutely no care in the world. The skies were clear and the sun shone brightly along with the wonderful warm breeze that lifted everyone's spirit. Nothing was missing from this moment, but it didn’t stop you from wondering if there was anything you could add to make it better.

And right on cue, an idea popped into your head.

Jumping off the barrel you were sitting on, you had decided to make your way towards Roger. Your fellow crewmates were chatting up a storm around the ship and the two kids on board were battling it out as always.

As you approached your captain, Roger could immediately tell it was you, but it wasn’t like you were trying to surprise him.

“Captain~,” you sang. Roger turned back to look at you, wearing that wide smile he always had on. He was happy to see you and would’ve engulfed you in a hug if he didn’t realize you had something to say.

“Yes, Y/n?” He said, patiently waiting for you to reply.

“Why does it take pirates so long to learn the alphabet?” You asked, internally shaking your head at the corny joke. You honestly don’t know how you came up with it, but it was worth a shot to hear your favorite captain’s laugh.

Roger had put his thinking face on, genuinely thinking of a reasonable answer to your questions. Roger loved corny jokes for whatever reason and gave his best shot at answering them when he could, but he couldn’t figure out an answer to this one.

“I’m not sure, why does it take so long?” He asked, his patience finally running low.

“Because they get stuck at C!”

Slowly and steadily, the noise on the ship began to disappear. Ah, the calm before the storm. You didn’t know what to expect, but you for sure weren’t expecting to hear Roger’s boastful laugh full of life. You looked up at him and watched him laugh away any embarrassment you might’ve had.

“Alright, I didn’t think it was that funny,” you said, slightly smiling yourself.

“But it’s the best one yet!” Roger approved between his laughs. It wasn’t long before you joined in with him; his laugh was irresistible, there was no way you couldn’t join him. You felt one of his hands land on your shoulders and you were pulled into his side. You could feel his body vibrating with his hearty chuckle and soon the rest of the crew followed with generous laughs of their own.

Roger’s laugh was like a spell; as soon as you heard, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from joining in.

[cassandra-the-liar]

What do you think Ace's reaction would be if, in the meeting between the two, Shanks' answer to "what if the pirate king had a son" was:

"Well, to start this long answer, my brother and I had already been born and sailed with dad, so we were a much greater danger than a possible baby…"

lmfaooooooo

shanks takes one look at Ace's paternal agnst and goes "kid, shut up and sit down and let me tell you about your dad"

would save Ace so much trouble

[cassandra-the-liar]

Roger would be so proud of Shanks for the strong and respectable pirate he's become. For protecting his friends and the weak. For taking his last words to heart and trying to fulfill his last wish by helping the new generation. Whatever it entails that we don't know about yet. For putting his faith in Luffy way back in Windmill Village.

For being a shining example of everything Roger fought to bring to the world before he ran out of time.

Roger is equally as proud of Buggy for becoming a menace to society. For creating such an infamous and flashy reputation for himself. For being unapologetically himself. For taking his own seat at the table by force despite no one wanting him there. For essentially becoming a cult leader and using his charisma to take him farther than anyone thought he'd ever get, including himself.

He's also incredibly stoked about Buggy being the hottest piece of ass in his generation and to see him slowly aquire a Harem of overpowered boyfriends makes him giddy.

Roger is surely looking down (up?) from the afterlife with the biggest eat shit grin on his face as he watches over his boys. Oh! How he can't wait to see them again one day so he can tell them he's been watching this entire time. Ace is still mad and refuses to talk to him, but at least he can look forward to a warm greeting from those two when they pass on.

He hopes it isn't too soon though.