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But Will He Twerk For You?

Ace: Yes, but he's forced and blushing.

Shanks: Stripper Mode Activated👠💋

Zoro: *death stare*

Sanji: the hearts in his eyes will move down to his cheeks as he pops that ass like a cocktail shaker.

Luffy: Yes, and it's not just for you. Twerking will be his signature attack against foes. Gomu gomu no-?

Mihawk: *reaches for Yoru to kill himself*

Chopper: "is this how you do it? ahehehe"😅💕

Brook: "watch out for my fatas- OH WAIT! BUT I'M ALL BONES! YOHOHOHOHO!"

Jimbei: I refuse (unless you're Nami)

Usopp & Franky: Franky WILL modify his ass so Usopp could physically load it in a sling to make it bounce... Yes, they also use it as an attack.

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Taking You Out On A Date

Characters: Shanks and Ace

Warnings: suggestive texts and mild profanity

Shanks

• Will definitely pick you up wearing his usual attire: ugly pants and humble sandals included.

• Despite his unimpressive outfit, the restaurant he's taking you to is beyond what you'd expect: pure luxury, from the food to every piece of silverware placed on your table, clothed in wine-red cotton drapes.

• Pulls out the seat for you and gives you that damn smile—the one that makes your knees weak.

• He knows what he wants and somehow makes you know what you want. He doesn't just sit there waiting for you to order in silence—he suggests dishes based on your preferences (ugh, observant).

• You order a whole lobster? He cracks it open and removes every ounce of meat for you 🥹.

• Gently dabs your face with a napkin when you get sauce on it.

• Will ask—or drag—you to the dance floor with that heart-melting grin.

• Slow dances with you like JSJDJWKDODELO—one hand on your waist, face resting on your shoulder, mouth whispering sweet nothings in your ear before gently nibbling on it.

• He pulls back, acting like he didn’t just engage in foreplay (fuck him).

• Takes home a bottle of rum, of course—and champagne for your after-party.

• Kisses your forehead and asks where you want to go next (your bed, obviously, you dumbass emperor 😒).

• Escorts you to your room… until you finally tell him you want to spend the night in his quarters. (AHHHHHHHH WIFHELXJi'mferal)

• You wake up the next morning in his bed, of course, with nothing but a blanket draped over the two of you. That stupid, pretty face 😩—such a lovely sight to wake up to. And what makes it even better is the fact that he’s yours, for life 🩷.

Ace

• 100% dumbass whose only idea of a date is "eat, hold hands, and kiss."

• Marco and Izo are his top coaches. They pick out his outfit, style his hair, and insist on giving him a bath to purge whatever dirt they think he couldn't clean himself—calling it “clearance for a successful date.”

•And Ace was like, “Huh? Clearance? Successful date? The hell, I don't get it!” (these bitches are corrupting my sweet boi’s mind and he doesn’t even know it 😭)

• Baby boy is a heated badass but totally clueless when it comes to romance 😭

• Comes to pick you up at your cabin and freezes when he sees you in your stunning red dress—hair down, nails done, makeup on point, and lips a smile away from taking the life out of him.

• Marco and Izo whisper from behind a barrel:

  “Take her hand! Take her hand!”

  “Idiot, say something!”

• “You look like a royal wedding feast.”

• Marco and Izo facepalm so hard. “SHE IS NOT FOOD, DUMBASS,” Izo screams internally.

• You just laugh and take it as a compliment.

  “Thank you. And you look like a full-course meal,” you flirt.

• He blushes.

• The two coaches get giddy behind the barrel like proud stage moms.

• He takes you to an al fresco restaurant by the sea. Warm lights hang low, live music plays in the background, and couples—young and old—dance in the open space.

• This cutie pie holds back from ordering the whole menu just to prove he can be a “refined gentleman” 🥹🩷 (brownie points for effort).

• You initiate the flirting to calm his very obvious nerves.

• Eventually, he starts to relax and flirts back.

  “You, a dancer? Why don’t you show me, Pidge?” (Short for pigeon, his nickname for you.)

• He reaches for your hand and leads you to the dance floor.

• From there, it’s a night full of fun, laughter, and the undeniable progress of your feelings for each other.

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Would You Still Fall for Me? (Part II)

PART I

character: Shanks

trigger warning! infertility; angst; slightly nsfw

"I'll leave," I said in a hushed tone. His eyes widened.

"I don't want to make things difficult for you and I don't want to keep you from fulfilling your dream."

"Where the hell do you pull all this BS from?" He snapped, his voice modulated but his tone sharp.

"Do you think that's all I see in you? That I chose to stay with you all these years because I thought you could give me kids?"

"But..."

"But what?"

"But you gave me such a sad and disappointed face."

He looked surprised.

"I'm sad and disappointed because you didn't tell me right away, —because you thought I couldn't be trusted with something like this."

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard before I faced him.

"I know how much you want a family. To have kids of your own, little ones running around this ship, clinging to you, begging for your attention. I wanted that too, Shanks. I dreamed of us having beautiful children—our children—to dote on, to proudly show off to the crew. But tell me... how was I supposed to say I can't give you that? That I can't fulfill the dream we shared? That I—your lover—can't bear your children?" My voice cracked.

I took a moment to catch my breath.

"I love you… And I promised myself I'd do everything I could to make you happy. But this?... I can't."

I started crying, and he pulled me into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” I kept repeating, the words tumbling out as he just held me—no pressure, no rush—his warmth steady against my unraveling. I could feel him crying too—his tears soaking through my clothes—as we grieved together for the life we couldn’t have. When our sobs finally subsided, he spoke.

When my cries finally quieted to shaky breaths and hiccups, he spoke, voice low and sure.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. It's heartbreaking, yes... but we’ll face it together. I don’t want to lose you—kids or no kids."

I hiccupped again, trying to form words, but he gently cupped my face.

"But your dream..."

He smiled softly, brushing away my tears with his thumb.

"My dream is you. It’s always been you. That future I talked about—raising kids, running around the ship—it only matters if it’s with you. If you weren’t the one bearing them... if you weren’t the one by my side raising them... then it wouldn’t be the same."

"It’s you. It’s always been you. And it will always be you.”

"S-shanks," I croaked out before pressing my head against his chest, his arms wrapping me in a tight, comforting embrace. He nuzzled his face into my hair while pressing a warm, and lingering kiss on the top of my head.

He lets out a deep breath.

"Still...." He pulled back to meet my eyes, while I looked up at him, both our faces tear-streaked, waiting for what he was going to say.

"I haven't forgiven you for keeping this a secret." His tone shifted to a dangerously low and suggestive one.

"Why don't you make it up to me. Besides, no longer worrying about pregnancy scares will give us all the freedom to just go at it like rabbits in hea-"

"OH MY GOD. SHANKS!"

He chuckled, cupping my face gently, his voice still teasing.

“Hey, we oughta look on the bright side, am I right, babe?”

"You're such a whore even at the most inappropriate times!"

"Your whore." He winked.

Yes. My whore. My man, the one who I thought I had lost but kept his hold on me. The one I thought I'd cry over in a cold, empty room, but instead cried with me while keeping me warm. Oh, Shanks… the man that you are🤍

The end･ﾟ✧

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Would You Still Fall for Me?

character: Shanks

trigger warning! infertility; angst; slightly nsfw

Content: female mc found out that she's infertile during her checkup and is nervous to tell Shanks, afraid of what his reaction might be.

fanart by hidaka (pixiv10100522)

After seeing the doctor, I felt like the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. I was so distraught that I didn't notice I bumped into a marine. Thankfully, I wasn't recognized as a member of the Red-Haired pirates. I wasn't really an acting member, more like a kept family, but in my case, I'm the captain's lover. I got back to the ship at dusk and Roo was just about to prepare dinner.

"Let me help" I said, grabbing a knife to start peeling the vegetables.

"Where's Shanks?" I asked.

"The captain is asleep, tired from the day's adventures" he said.

"Oh, that so?"

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After dinner, I entered our shared quarters and saw Shanks tucked in like a light. The lights were off, and I didn't bother turning them on except for a small lamp to help me see my way and get dressed. After a while, I laid beside him under the sheets, and he suddenly spoke.

"Where have you been all day?" He asked, still having his back facing me.

"Just the usual checkup" I lied.

It wasn't a usual checkup. How could you call that a usual checkup?

"Oh? How was everything? You good? Gonna live to a hundred?" He teased, stirring to face in my direction.

I couldn't answer immediately, and he noticed my hesitation. He gently brushed my hair and traced my jaw.

"Love? Is everything alright?" He asked softly.

I snapped out of it.

"Mmh, yeah. Nothing to worry about. Although the pap smear did hurt," I said, trying to shift the mood into a lighthearted one. He chuckled a bit.

"Do you want me to loosen you up a bit every time before your checkup?" He said in a teasing manner, dragging his hand from my hip to my waist. I rolled my eyes playfully. "No thanks"

I kept the truth from him for a while. I didn't know how to break it to him. Every time we dock on an island, he always enjoys seeing the little kids playing. Sometimes, he would play with them (always cheating in hide-and-seek with his haki) and drag me into it. After we return to the Red Force and into our shared quarters, he would tell me his dream of settling down after he had helped Luffy in finding the One Piece.

"A small family and a simple house on a nice island away from the marines. Doesn't that sound great, sweetheart?" He said, looking at the kids through the window before flashing a grin at me.

Whenever he says things like that, I force a smile as my chest tightens with guilt. I know I should tell him. I feel like I'm taking away his dream, by staying here with him, by not being honest. He's 37 and I'm 29. He might be thinking of setting down now more than ever. The night he saw the medical records I had hidden in my cabinet while he was looking to borrow a clean towel while I stood at the door was when I knew I messed up by not telling him early on. He stood there for a while before speaking up, still looking at the documents.

"What's this?" He asks with a pained expression.

"I-... I-" I stuttered, not being able to explain myself.

"Didn't you think I have any right in knowing this? I've been picturing a family with you for years. Was that all a joke to you?" He said calmly but his voice is laced with betrayal and bitterness.

"It wasn't!" I blurted out, my tone got sharper than I meant it to be.

"It's nothing like that, Shanks." I said softly with a heavy hint of despair, looking at the floor. He stayed silent, seemingly waiting for me to explain myself. I can feel my legs shaking, my breath getting stuck in my chest. I swallowed hard before continuing, still facing the floor.

"I never knew how to tell you. I knew I had to, but my mind was filled with s-so many s-scenes and possibilities... possibilities I couldn't..." My voice faltered. "I couldn't bear to accept if they ever happen." I tried to look at him, slowly lifting my head up to his torso where I could see him holding the papers, a tear streaming down my face.

"I failed you." I choked out, voice heavy with self-resentment and grief for the bond I killed.

"I failed you in so many ways... by not telling you this earlier, by being unreliable and breaking our trust,... and by ruining your dream by not being capable to offer it."

Part II