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Fly With the Black Swan

Chapter Two: The Avalanche

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Their arrival in the tiny port town came late at night. After settling the matter of docking and arranging shore leave for the majority of his crew, save the skeleton shift for the night watch, Hook met with a handful of his most trusted sailors to plan for their reconnaissance trip. After staying awake for way too long that evening making plans, they agreed to set out the following morning in order to rest and gather supplies. The North Mountains were known to be cold and snowy all year long, so Hook and his crew would need to be prepared.

“Make sure that a skeleton crew mans the ship at all times,” Hook repeated to Mister Bones, the second mate, who was to stay with the ship and watch over her. He had already made sure to stress this order to the man, and Mister Bones clearly was weary of hearing Hook’s insistence, nodding his head and waving his hand in the air. Hook ignored the man’s dramatics, well used to the man’s mannerisms due to how long they had sailed together on this ship. “Arrange for shifts each day. I don’t want to come back to the Jolly Roger commandeered by someone else.”

“Aye, sir,” Mister Bones nodded exasperatedly for the upteenth time. Finally satisfied that his ship would be taken care of, Hook turned his attention to the rest of the preparations. He knew his ship would be in good hands with the second mate for all his nagging. Mister Bones had come on as a member of his crew shortly after Hook’s turn to piracy, and he had been loyal ever since. Hook spared no more thought to the matter as he made way into town to arrange for transportation of some sort and the necessary supplies.

The morning had dawned bright, a perfect cloudless day with a comfortable wind that belied the coldness that awaited them as they climbed into the mountainscape of the Diamond Peaks range. They had arranged for horses to take them through the valleys, and the band of pirates collected their mounts from the local stable, a small structure that barely had enough extra horses to lend to the men. Hook had made sure that the owner of the stables would be compensated fairly as a result.

Once they collected their mounts, they made haste for the Emerald Pine Pass, the road through the mountain range that would hopefully lead him to the next step in his revenge. The crew of six plus their captain were in good spirits, singing sea shanties and telling jokes at each other’s expense (especially Smee’s) as they started the first leg of their journey. Starkey, a tall, wiry pirate who served as Hook’s master gunner, told bawdry jokes the entire time. Black Murphy, an older man from the Tolou province of Northern Wei, joined in with Starkey, egging him on.

Damien Salt and John Turk, both from Tirulia, spent their time reminiscing about previous fights they won at taverns they had all been patrons at in the past. One Eyed Jack rode silently alongside Smee, occasionally correcting details in any of the stories told by their accompanying party members. Hook led the pack, slightly ahead of the others, but close enough to laugh and chime in with remembered details of his own. His revenge was never far from his mind, so he was more subdued than his compatriots.

Their journey through the Emerald Pine Pass was slow. Snow banks that hadn’t yet melted in the sun frequently cut off parts of the road, and so their horses had to wade through it. Because of this, they had to pause to take frequent breaks to warm the animals and make sure they were taken care of during the voyage. Other than these minor annoyances, the trip had begun without a hitch. That should have been Hook’s first clue that things were about to go awry.

Their good fortune with the balmy, mild weather didn’t hold up. As they slowly climbed in elevation, the temperature dropped. Hook began to grow more and more concerned at the weather conditions, worrying as to whether he and his men could carry on with their already slow pace. Each day brought worse and worse conditions. As the temperature dropped more and more, Hook recalled how some of the locals had spoken of the quickly changing weather and of how sudden snow storms uncommon for the warmer seasonal months could sometimes sporadically appear. He hoped this was just a fluke and the temperatures would begin to warm again, but his hope was to be vain. On the sixth day of the otherwise boring journey, a blizzard came through the area, covering everything in a blanket of snow and whiting out the pass. Hook and his crew had no choice but to hunker down and wait it out.

“A bloody menace these storms are,” Starkey complained around a feeble fire, shivering as he held a thick fur blanket around his shoulders.

“Aye, the deserts of Agrabah are a tropical paradise compared to this,” Damien Salt sneered, holding out a piece of hardtack on a long stick over the fire in an attempt to thaw it out.

“I think I’d take a typhoon,” Starkey shot back, clenching the fur blanket tighter around his wiry frame.

“At least we have shelter,” Smee said, pointing to their makeshift tent, the only thing protecting them from the worst of the elements. “And we can sing songs to pass the time.”

The group collectively groaned, for singing shanties had gotten old after the third day. John Turk and Black Murphy threw pieces of hardtack at their first mate, who crouched and flinched to try and avoid being pelted. Hook sighed but said nothing, continuing to sip from his rum flask that has refilled itself since the last time he had corked it closed. For as much as he hated most magic with a passion, he had to once again thank the gods for his foresight in having the bottle enchanted to always refill itself. He was going to need every drop being stuck here with this lot.

One Eyed Jack rolled his eyes and got up to brave the conditions to check on the horses rather than stick around for Smee’s usual false cheer. Hook ignored them all as they carried on with their antics, double-checking his calculations for how far they still had to go. He hoped the weather would move on and allow them to carry on with their journey. He sipped his flask of rum as he did so, finding that the warmth from the rum made the temperature in the tent almost pleasant.

The rest of the men eventually broke out a deck of cards and proceeded to play a few rounds of five card poker to pass the time. The storm outside grew worse and worse as the evening proceeded and night fell. They all fell into an uneasy sleep at different points in the night, save for a couple left to keep watch. By establishing shifts, they were able to keep their fire going even through the raging storm. Each one checked on the horses at the start of their watches, so there would hopefully be no problems in setting out once the storm passed.

It was just Hook’s luck that the storm lasted three long, miserable days. As petty arguments began to break out that he would have to quell, he began contemplating just how lost he could get in the melee if he left their sorry arses there. After the latest squabble between Starkey and Smee about going to fetch more firewood, Hook rolled his eyes and drank more from his flask, thankful once again that he had had it enchanted to never run out long before his sojourn to Neverland. He vowed to keep up a steady buzz so as to be able to better tune out the bickering of his crew.

The morning after the blizzard finally blew itself out dawned clear and bright, much like their first day in Sapphire Springs. The light off the snow was blinding in these early hours. Hook applied a new layer of kohl to try and help with the glare, but it did little to actually help. Smee, Starkey, Black Murphy, One Eyed Jack, Damien Salt, and John Turk all followed suit with their own kohl, grumbling and griping all the while about not having warm enough clothes and lamenting that they hadn’t stayed behind on the ship.

The group quickly broke camp after a hasty breakfast of hardtack and cured meats, not wanting to linger long in these colder conditions. The group were mostly silent as they packed their belongings into the saddlebags of their horses, tamping their feet and rubbing their hands as they blew into their cupped fists, trying to keep the cold at bay as they did so.

Black Murphy glanced around warily as he tightened the straps on his saddle. “It’s mighty warm today,” he muttered, his breath coming out in foggy clouds. “Much warmer than it was yesterday.”

“Thank the gods for that,” Damien Salt sneered. “Maybe my hands won’t fall off before I get back to the ship.”

“Your hands were already gonna fall off, Salty,” wheezed One Eyed Jack. “What with all your time in front of the forges repairing our cutlasses.”

“Aye, and if you lot would be more careful about breakin’ ‘em, I wouldn’t have to lose any appendages,” Salt laughed. “No offense, Captain,” he added with a respectful nod of his head.

Hook shrugged the comment off, much like he did the cold conditions they were in. “None taken. Are we all ready?”

A chorus of “Ayes” rang out from the others, and he mounted his horse, tugging his duster closed tight once he was settled in the saddle. “Then let’s shove off. We might not have much time before the next snow storm comes and cuts off the pass entirely.”

The others nodded and mounted their horses as well. They began riding through the snow, their horses trudging along through the thick drifts. As the morning progressed, the day grew warmer and warmer, much to the relief of the crew. They had settled into a companionable silence, speaking only briefly as they moved steadily forward. They ate more hardtack and cured meat whilst on the move around noon.

Shortly after they had finished their meal, a soft thump echoed through the mountain air. Smee looked around in concern, having been the one of the group paying the most attention to their surroundings.

“What was that?” Smee asked. The others listened, but the sound didn’t happen again.

“‘S probably your imagination,” Starkey rolled his eyes. Smee had been famous amongst the crew in Neverland for hysterics at the slightest thing gone wrong.

“I heard something,” Smee insisted. “It wasn’t my imagination.”

“Let’s see if it sounds off again,” Black Murphy sighed as he rolled his eyes, hoping the two sailors would avoid another argument.

The group fell silent again. After a moment, another soft whump sounded, this time from higher up the mountain peak they were under. The sound echoed off the sides of the surrounding mountains.

“There it is again!” Smee exclaimed. “What is making that noise?”

John Turk smirked. “Perhaps it’s your stomach.”

The sailors laughed, save for Hook, who just smiled wryly. Another well-known fact about his first mate was Smee’s propensity for constantly eating, drinking, or even just thinking about food. Smee turned red from embarrassment and didn’t respond.

No one else said anything, content to fall back into silence as they trudged forward. The whumping sounds could be heard occasionally, coming more and more frequently as they continued.

Hook glanced up at the sky. Seeing that it was getting quite late in the afternoon and they had maybe only an hour or two before sunset, he halted his horse.

“Let’s set up camp,” he ordered. “I don’t want to get to nightfall without at least a fire going.”

The pirates agreed and began the process of making camp. Smee went off to gather firewood, and wandered off aways as the rest began pitching tents and readying the ground for the fire.

Just as Smee bent over to pick up a large branch, a large cracking sound echoed off the ridge, causing the pirates to pause and look around in befuddlement. Hook surveyed the mountainside above them. He gasped when he laid eyes on what it was that had caused that sound. An avalanche was coming right towards them from the nearest mountainside.

“Run!” he bellowed, gesturing at his men to grab their horses and try to get out of the way.

Five of the pirate crew managed to react quickly and led the way, but Smee, having been the furthest away, fell behind. Hook was nearly to the tree line when he glanced back to see his first mate struggling in the snow.

He groaned and turned back. He struggled to get his horse to turn back around, but once he did, he made it over to Smee in moments. He wrapped the reins loosely around his hook and reached for Smee's hand. Smee grabbed it and Hook hoisted the man up on the horse’ back in front of him, Smee hanging on for dear life to the side of the saddle as his legs dangled awkwardly in the air.

The horse had already struggled to carry Hook through the snow, but now that it had to carry Smee and Hook, it could barely leap over the snowbanks. The horse whinnied and shrieked in fright as it struggled to maneuver through. Hook could see his men in the tree line, cursing and yelling at him to hurry up. The tree line looked to be safe from the falling snow, and Hook nudged his heels deeper into the horse’s sides, hoping against hope that they would make it.

He was forty feet away. Then thirty. Then twenty-five. He felt his horse struggle even more and begin to slow from the exertion, and he jumped off, growling in frustration. There was no way they were going to make it at this rate.

“Captain!” Smee protested but Hook waved him off.

“I’ll be fine. Go!” Hook ordered. The horse began to move faster to the tree line now that its load had been lightened, and it finally made it to the tree line to safety with Smee dangling from the saddle.

Hook was feet away from the tree line, himself, but as he surveyed the flying snow and debris, he sensed with the kind of perfect clarity that accompanied deadly experiences that he wasn’t going to make it. He ducked down into the snow, covering his head with both arms just as it piled on top of him. His crew yelled frantically as he was buried, but they couldn’t be heard over the din.

Hook felt himself get swept away. Everything was a mass of white. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know which way was up. He couldn’t stop his descent.

He smashed hard into some object buried beneath the snow, knocking what little wind he had left. His body felt as if it were on fire. Still he tumbled on. As he finally, finally ground to a halt, his last coherent thought was of how badly his right side hurt. Hook’s eyes slid closed and he knew nothing more.

After some time, Hook could feel his life slowly slipping from his grasp as he came around back to consciousness. His body hurt everywhere, though the feeling was growing weaker every moment he lay there on the snow and debris. Dazed, his vision blurry, he tried to survey his surroundings. The last thing he recalled was the sight of his crew looking on in helpless terror as the snow overtook him, burying him under the mountain of snow and debris in the avalanche as it swept him away. He had knocked into something hard, and he knew instinctively that it had damaged something inside.

He didn’t have long left.

He squinted his eyes against the brightness of the snow that still surrounded him. The snow was dislodged all around him, rocks and pieces of trees scattered throughout the white from where they had been swept away along with him. He had somehow managed to come to a stop at the surface of the snow, which was lucky even if he were dying. Finally his eyes alighted on a lone dark object in the blinding whiteness of his surroundings. He focused through the dizziness on the figure, his heart seeming to come to a stop when his vision finally focused.

It was a woman, with blonde hair as fair as any in Arendelle that he had seen and eyes as green as the evergreen trees around them. Her lips were the color of blood and her eyes were rimmed in an interesting style of kohl that Hook had never before seen, even considering all of his travels throughout the centuries. Her hair looked fluffy, like the down of a newly hatched chick, and she was dressed all in black. Her legs were encased in the tightest black leather pants he had ever seen on a woman, tighter than even Milah had worn hers. Her black leather jacket looked like it had been taken from the skin of a snake, and it was closed tightly over her form. She wore black knee-high heeled boots.

These details were observed, filed away, and dismissed in a heartbeat. It was her skin that gave away who she was.

Her skin, though deathly pale, was covered in white, glittery scales. Hook had seen only one other person with scaly skin like this in his long life.

This woman was the newest Dark One.

He watched as the woman blinked and then approached him. She knelt down to his left, surveying him critically.

“You don’t have much time,” she said, her voice a husky drawl. “You’ll die soon if something isn’t done to prevent it.”

Hook blinked. He grunted, but didn’t actually respond like he wanted to. The pain surged through him, robbing him of his voice.

“I can save you with a flick of my wrist,” she said mildly, carrying on as if he hadn’t tried to speak. “It’s very easy magic, healing internal damage. But it comes at a price.”

Hook eyed her with alarm. He sneered, gathering his breath for one response, whispered and barely overheard through the whipping wind around them: “I’ll not pay any price for your evil.”

She raised her brows in mild surprise but otherwise gave no other reaction. She continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “The price is 15 years of servitude. No more; no less.”

Hook sneered, whispering, “I’d die before I become a Dark One’s plaything.” His efforts ended in a hacking cough, spitting out blood into the pure fallen snow.

The woman hummed. “It’s up to you. You obviously were in pursuit of something coming into these inhospitable mountains, but I’m sure your pride is worth giving up on that business of yours. You can die knowing that you failed in obtaining whatever it was you sought.”

She stood silently and turned to walk away, picking her way gracefully through the detritus around them. As he watched her perfectly postured form go, Hook thought about all that he had wanted, and all that he had gone through to get his revenge. He remembered how it had felt to hold Milah in his arms one last time as she lay there on the deck of his ship, panting and moaning from the pain of having her heart slowly crushed to dust. He recalled watching the dust blow into the wind along with all of his dreams and plans for the future. He remembered the high pitched gleeful giggle of Rumplestiltskin’s as the demon murdered his estranged wife and mother of his child in cold blood. He thought of the wracking pain his heart had felt as it shattered beyond repair. The pain of losing his hand was nothing compared to the emotional upheaval her loss had caused. Finally, he thought of leaving the demon itself in this world, of not making it pay for preying upon people and twisting them to its sick desires, and he shuddered out of disgust. He could not let his life’s purpose go unmet. Not now. Not when the creature responsible for every torment he had felt these last centuries was standing mere feet from him at last.

He closed his eyes in despair for the choice he was about to make. He had sworn once he had clawed his way out of indentured servitude that he would never be enslaved to another’s bidding again. He had had to agree to similar terms as these during his long stint in Neverland, playing the errand boy to Pan’s machinations, and he had sworn again, No more. Hook desperately tried to recall Milah’s bright smile, faded from his memory due to the passage of time, and of her gray eyes as they looked on at him in pain and heartbreak. He couldn’t let his revenge go, not at the cost of his own life. Not if the price was another stint of servitude alongside the demon that caused all his pain.

“Wait,” he grunted, closing his eyes against his decision.

The Dark One stopped and turned back. She walked back to his side and knelt by him again. “Have you changed your mind?”

Hook closed his eyes, fighting for coherence through his injuries. “I agree to ten years of service.” He was panting harder and harder, the breath he needed to speak growing harder to muster. If he couldn’t accomplish his goal in another ten years, it would be worth suffering this new Dark One’s wrath as he met his end at her hand. Either he would have his revenge or he would be united at last with his beloved. Ten years would have to be worth it all.

The Dark One considered him. She nodded once and waved her hand over his form. Golden light flowed from her hand and into his body. He felt his body heal, the cuts and lacerations closing up, the broken bones forging new ties, the bleeding and bruising stopping and reversing. He began to breathe easier, taking deeper breaths each time, and finally, he was healed.

He raised up into a half sitting position, surveying his body with awed interest, when he noticed a black band around his wrist just below the edges of his tattoo.

“The band represents your agreement to provide services to me. It is magically binding, breakable only by my magic or your completed time. You will not be able to remove it in any way. Once your ten years are up, it will disappear.”

He looked up at the Dark One in shock and fear. She had already turned her back on him.

“My pet will be along momentarily to bring you to my residence. Don’t try to run; it will only make things worse for you if you do.” She stepped forward and disappeared in a cloud of gray-white smoke.

Hook looked wildly around him. He was alone on the mountainside, the sun quickly setting below the horizon. Even if he could run, he had no way of knowing which way to go. His crew were nowhere to be seen, and the mountain was silent. He started shivering and tugged his leather duster closer to him, cursing his ability to now feel the cold he hadn’t felt while he had been dying.

He didn’t have long to wait before this supposed “pet” came along. A rush of wings sounded from overheard, and he looked up, gasping when he realized what it was.

A giant black swan slowly descended from the air, just a ways down the mountain from him. He gaped at it as it landed and tucked its wings against its body. It stared at him with a familiar green gaze, though he couldn’t place why the eyes looked familiar. He slowly stood from his stooped position.

The bird had to be at least as tall as a house and as wide as a small barn. He eyed its beak warily, but it seemed to want to do nothing but blink at him.

“Are- are you here to bring me to the tower?” he asked with uncertainty. The black swan nodded once.

“Am I meant to walk with you?”

The black swan shook its head.

Hook frowned. “Then how are we meant to go there?”

The black swan lowered its head to the snow and unfolded a wing, dipping it to the snow as well in a strange sort of bow. Hook blinked.

“…You want me to ride on your back?” he asked slowly.

The swan looked up at him, its green eyes blinking, and nodded once.

He sighed in uncertainty and looked at the swan’s back. He wasn’t sure how to mount the animal without injuring it with his hook. He found that, though he loathed the thought of being the Dark One’s servant, he did not want to hurt this beautiful pet of hers. It seemed so innocent.

He stepped up to its side and stroked the feathers along its neck. “I apologize if I hurt you,” he murmured before taking hold of a bunch of feathers and hoisting himself up.

He somehow managed to get settled on the bird’s back without pulling any feathers out, but it had been an awkward mounting. He swayed unsteadily as it raised its head, grabbing on with his right hand firmly to keep from falling off. Hook had just managed to secure his grip on the feathers when the bird unfurled its wings and flapped them hard, launching them both into the air.

Hook grabbed the bird’s neck out of an instinctual fear, closing his eyes against the wind and the rapidly receding ground below. He sat paralyzed, afraid to move an inch lest it dislodge his hold on the feathers in his hand. He had never wished more for the return of his left hand than he had in that moment. After a few minutes, once the ascent had steadied, he slowly opened his eyes. He raised his head up slightly and looked around.

The sight was beautiful, Hook had to admit. Though he had always preferred the sea, there was something majestic about these mountains. The sun’s rays hit the peaks just right, singing a melody of sight. He smiled slightly at the view.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the swan began its descent. He leaned as far over as he dared, desperate to see what their destination was. Growing ever closer was a tall tower resting in a valley, completely surrounded by mountains on all sides.

‘How perfect,’ Hook thought. ‘A prison surrounded by land.’

The tower extended quite high into the sky; it had to be at least seven or eight stories. The landscape around it was littered with trees and bushes and flowers of all colors. The tower’s edifice was cheery looking, casting a reflection on to the lake beside it in the now dimming light of evening. It was a stark contrast to the imposing figure that Rumplestiltskin’s castle cut in the countryside of the kingdom in which he had chosen to live after losing his son to his cowardice.

The brick was a smattering of pink and red and white, and windows dotted the sides in levels. The roofline was pointed, the shingles were a pretty cerulean blue, and a Germonian flag flew at the top of a spire. Hook wondered at the flag and why the new Dark One would live in a tower that sported the Germonian flag. He stared at the yellow buttercup on the crimson background for a moment longer before turning his attention to the rest of the valley.

He must have been a thousand feet above the ground, far higher than he had ever been before, even when his ship had the Pegasus sail as they flew to Neverland. A quick survey of the mountains showed no way out, save the aerial kind. Hook frowned. He knew there had to be some way out of this valley; it was simply a question of finding it. He noticed a stream that flowed through the grounds and into the lake just a ways down the shore from the tower, and Hook wondered whether the stream possibly held a way out.

The black swan dove down sharply, startling him from his thoughts. It glided down, down, until it landed on the ground. He clambered gracelessly off its back, falling to his knees once he was back on the ground. The black swan spread its wings and took back off to the air, flying beyond the mountains until he couldn’t see it any more. He turned back to the tower and contemplated the lone door that led into the structure. Before he could take a step towards it, he fell to the ground hard and passed out. He never noticed the Dark One standing behind him with her hands raised, the remnants of a sleeping powder made from poppies blowing in the wind from where she had blown it out of her hands and onto the pirate captain.

The Dark One stood over him, surveying him with curious eyes in the dimming light, before smiling softly. With a casual wave of her hand, the door of the tower shimmered with the release of a ward that served to keep anyone out of her home away from home. She gave one last lingering look to the pirate captain before going inside, waving her hand once more to send his sleeping form to a guest bedchamber that had never before been used. When she stepped onto the threshold, she closed the door, grinning widely at her new fortune.

Somewhere deep inside, the Darkness gave a heaving shudder at this new turn of events.

#once upon a time #ouat #cs ff #cs supernatural summer #Fly With The Black Swan #anmylica writes #captain hook #emma swan #captain swan #killian jones #art by zaharadessert #captain swan fanfic

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enjoythehigh91 · 6 years

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Today @missmungoe basically brought me to tears because I got an amazing response to a comment on this fic, as well as ANOTHER CHAPTER!! Seriously, I definitely squealed and may have hit my husband when I saw what was waiting for me. I cannot recommend this writer enough, and this particular story is riveting! It is farther into her Shanties for the Weary Voyager series, but honestly, you should read them all too, every single one.

Chapters: 18/? Rating: Mature Relationships: Red-Haired Shanks/Makino Series: Part 5 of Shanties for the Weary Voyager Summary: Being an Emperor’s wife didn’t come without risks. She’d always known that, but she hadn’t been prepared for what the sea would ask of her for choosing him, and the ways it would touch her quiet life, in her peaceful corner of the world. Her little port, which had never been anything but safe.

Sea Songs AU. Forced to flee with their son when Blackbeard destroys her home, Makino sets out to find Shanks, nothing but a vivre card and her own wits to chart her course; but caught in the middle of a battle for power, must come to terms with the choices she’s made, and what they’ve made of her—if she’ll be a pawn or a player in this game, and if she’ll sink or swim, in a sea whose heart has no kindness left to spare the drowning. Even less, than those who seek to rule it.

But the quiet waters of her own heart run deep. And as every experienced sailor knows: however still the surface of the sea, the unknown depths should never be taken lightly.

#one piece #fanfiction #shanks x makino #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #fic rec #one piece rec #adventure romance #with SO MUCH ANGST THO #such a wonderful roller coaster of a read #i could cry this is so good #shanties for the weary voyager #fic fave

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saessenach · 3 years

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For a long beat, there was no movement in the water, which gave him time to think about what he’d just agreed to. And this could go one of two ways, knowing well what usually followed a kiss from one of her kind, and a wiser man might have erred on the side of caution, but he hadn’t gotten to where he was by being cautious, and even knowing he should probably deny her, for the sake of his own skin, he was way too curious. And he’d never heard of sirens who asked politely.

And if it turned out that she was going to drown him, he would find a way out. Probably.

Shanks and Makino in Moon and her Maiden

The general imagery, the water-themed kisses, and overall the many heartache-inducing shenanigans in @missmungoe ‘s incredible Shanties for the Weary Voyager are very possibly the best you will ever read. Seriously.

#op #shanks x makino #missmungoe #my art #THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF A SERIES BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY DOODLES OF KISSES YOU WRITE AND SO MANY MORE I WANNA DRAW #THIS IS A LOVE STORY!!!#it's taken me forever to post this bc I kept tweaking it to make it more decent #friend pls know that I would not draw the way I do if it weren't for your stories and your whole ass mutli-verse #AN UNENDING WELL OF INSPIRATION AND AMAZING JOKES #oh and lil moments that make me cry like a deranged person #<3 #here's to you and your amazing girl

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okama-kaizoku · 3 years

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I've been wanting to draw Doc's tattoos since they were mentioned in @missmungoe 's Sea Songs! Shanties for the Weary Voyager is very well written and I will never tire from recommending it!! Fair warning tho, you will fall for the Makino x Shanks ship by the end of the first fic!!!

Now some details I wanted to mention!!

1. In good One Piece fashion both animals are hybrids! The fish is a mix of a minnow (Little fish) and koi (for Aesthetic™). The bird is a tree swallow (Makino vibes) and Galapagos finch (adaptability).

2. I imagined Doc left his forearm blank for the purpose of recording the kids after Shanks and Makino started courting (his personal bet). There's a blank space for the future ;)

3. I have the tattoos in both bw and colour since I wasn't sure which one I liked more. The colours mix Makino and Shanks' symbolic colours into one composition (they're kids)!!

4. You gotta read Shanties to find out about the stars!!! Spoiler: its sad,,,

#shanks #akagami no shanks #makino #shanks x makino #tattoos #digital art #fics #fanart #btw the waves are for makino supporting/completing her family and shanks #so the fish is the combination of shanks + makino into one :D #(the intricate tattoo above the anchor are just miscellaneous pirate tattoo no6 i found online lol)#also i liked the fish enough to start hand embroidering it so there's that #cactart

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aideyn · 3 years

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I have been reading a series of stories, “Shanties for the Weary Voyager” (link) by @missmungoe, which is a Shanks/Makino (One Piece) fantasy romance story of epic proportions. I fell in love with the description of Makino’s sword from ‘Charybdis’ (and I imagine it will feature heavily in Scylla once I get to that part haha) If you want to be swept away by a heartachingly beautiful romance story that is simultaneously touching and sweet, thrilling and anxiety-inducing, funny and bright, with a fair amount of delicious smut interwoven between all the plot and character development, please please please do yourself a favor and read this fic series.

It is over A MILLION AND A HALF WORDS, and that is because it has done a thing I thought only could exist in my wildest fantasies, which is: The primary story and it’s sequel are done (with more beside to fill out gaps in that story-- but for several major turning points in that primary story, the author has created a whole new fics where the coin lands on its other side, or someone makes a different decision, and everything spins wildly to meet the new reality. And I swear to god if you like the concept of that, you will feel so wildly indulgent and spoiled for having it all laid out for you like this. edit: minor edit-- totally forgot the little strip of metal between the blade and the hilt guard, and I also figured I’d add a closer look at the lotus since I worked really hard on it and I realized that it’s actually pretty small despite the close up lol!

#one piece #shanks/makino #shanks #makino #aideynart

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moonmothmama · 3 years

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[listen on spotify]

tracklist:

Rolling Down to Old Maui - David Coffin it’s a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo

Hornpipe Instrumental (Live) - The Lost Quays

Roll The Old Chariot Along - David Coffin oh a night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm

Bones in the Ocean - The Longest Johns as i live all the years that they left me behind

The bonny ship the Diamond - Ian Giles, John Spiers, John Bowden, Graham Metcalfe for the bonny ship the Diamond goes fishin’ for the whale

Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her - Stan Rogers for the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow

E Ipo - A Boy Named Sue no matter where you go i will follow close behind

Are You Sleeping? - Harry Nilsson when the morning comes i’ll be there by your side

Pack Up Your Sorrows - Mimi & Richard Fariña but if somehow your could pack up your sorrows, and give them all to me,

Drowsy Sleepy Maggie - Treebeard

Nantucket Sleighride (to Owen Coffin) - Mountain and i know you’re the last true love i’ll ever meet

Catch the Wind - Donovan to feel you all around me and to take your hand along the sand

Today - Jefferson Airplane i feel like pleasing you more than before

Pokarekare Ana - Te Huhu return to me, i could die of love for you

You’ve got a friend - Carole King and i’ll be there

Blood Red Roses - Storm Weather Shanty Choir for it’s time for us to roll and go

The Mermaid - VFSS Shanty Crew our gallant ship was lost, and the most of her merry men was drowned

Old Stormalong - Paul Clayton Stormy, he is dead and gone, weigh-hey-hey Mr. Stormalong

I’ll Go And ‘List For A Sailor - Morris On Band so now i’ll cross the ragin’ sea

The Whaleman’s Lament - A. L. Lloyd for the pleasures are but few, my boys, on them bitter whaling grounds

Here’s A Health To The Company - David Coffin, the Revels Chorus we’ll drink and be merry, all out of one glass

The Weary Whaling Grounds - A. L. Lloyd oh a man must be mad or want money bad to venture catchin’ whales

The Dark-Eyed Sailor - Steeleye Span for my dark-eyed sailor, so young and stout and bold

Tahi Nei Taru Kino - Ngati Poneke what is this within my chest that pinches so? is it love?

Off To Sea Once More - A. L. Lloyd get married lads and have all night in and go to sea no more

A Salty Dog - Procol Harum a twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive

Roll the Woodpile Down (Live) - The Lost Quays rollin’ the whole world ‘round

A Pillow Of Winds - Pink Floyd and i lie with my love by my side

#moby dick #queequeg #ishmael #ishmael x queequeg #is there a ship name? is there a tag? these things i do not know #boy do i ever not need an excuse to make a playlist with a shit ton of sea shanties on it

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missmungoe · 3 months

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All the Shanties covers side by side. They look like bona fide bodice-rippers!!!

Cover Anon, wherever you are in the world, I have no idea what I can give you back for this gift, but please know that I will never be over this.

Shanks and Makino in Shanties for the Weary Voyager 🏴‍☠️❤️⚓

#Shanks x Makino #One Piece Makino #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #Akagami no Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks x Makino #Shanties for the Weary Voyager #Shanties art #otp: sing me sea shanties #still can't believe someone did this<3

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rhdina · 2 years

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...okay, now is the right time for me to declare that the only daughters of Shanks I will ever accept are Emmy, Aya and Rowan.... Uta who?!

Honestly, I really don’t care what happens in that new One Piece movie. For me, the only canon story for Shanks is what @missmungoe has created and will create. I rest my case.

#Shanties For the Weary Voyager #otp: sing me sea shanties #shanks & makino #my canon is missmungoe's canon #all the love to my favourite author ♥#got the pose from an old children's magazine gotta give credit to that

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starrysupercell · 3 years

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Road trip headcanons part 1. I'm not currently planning on doing all of the Trios/Duos/current loners, but I have a couple of ideas for a few more groups. Just wanted to post this now for you guys since there's some downtime rn. So okay, here we go.

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Wild West Trio:

Drivers: Shelly and Colt, interchange

Backseat: Spike

Colt likes playing those roadtrip games. License plate ones and ABC signs. Sadly, when he drives he can't really focus on the games. Shelly isn't always interested no matter who's driving too, and even when she's the one driving, it's difficult to play with Spike bc, well. The Cactus is mute. [Tfw when he points out a 'high point' sign but nobody sees him. :,)]

When Shelly isn't contemplating life and looking out the window though, they do talk and joke a lot. Spike enjoys his time with them, even if he sometimes feels he can't partake, Shelly and Colt make sure he feels welcome.

Favorite time to drive: Late morning to Afternoon.

Most hated event: car arguments (sad, uncomfortable stretches of tense silence. Nobody is happy.)

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Retropolis Gang:

Driver: Bull.

Crow usually sits up front, but ocassionally Bibi does. [maybe when she's older. Driving lessons coming up soon?]

Bull l o v e s driving. The wind rushing by, the ambient chatter between his friends, the control of the road. (His car means a lot to him, so sharing his favorite area is amazing.)

Crow's very weary of other cars, but Bull's a talented driver and he can trust him enough to react in time. (This took time though- he used to be a such a backseat driver.) Now, what used to be him on his own (he likely used to ride a motorcycle) is comfortable silence with his friends/family.

Bibi enjoys the calm atmosphere. Very, very relaxed. Whether tunes are blasting, or the only sounds are the late night bugs and tires rolling smoothly on pavement, this is one cool ride she enjoys being on.

Favorite time to drive: cool evening/night

Most hated event: sudden rain (it takes like 30 seconds to put the top up and a doused Gang is not a happy one)

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Graveyard Fam:

Driver: Usually Mortis

Emz always in the backseat and Frank usually in the passenger seat.

Things can sometimes be tense with Emz's flash photography reflecting off the rearview mirror and distracting Mortis, Mortis' constant chattering and cackling annoying Frank, and Frank's grumpy disposition offputtng Emz... but when this family starts to get along they have fun! Frank stops being a grump and puts on a great song (he puts on some random one, but Mortis and Emz encourages for one of his great originals, which he complies with cheerfully.) Mortis loves the songs and quiets down, Emz puts down her phone or starts recording the mood, and they all have a good time together.

Favorite time to drive: midnight

Least favorite event: early morning road trips (none of them are early birds and its absolute misery)

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Pirate Crew:

More of a voyage than a road trip. When the Pirates are out at sea for days or weeks, they're all dandy at at first- they love each other and they love the sea. Shanties, cooperation, and jokes aplenty! Dinners together....

But then boredom, restlessness and the stale feeling of seeing each other gets to them. Darryl's a little more snappy, Penny gets into more trouble, and Tick is more stubborn too. Just that ol' family fatigue. Once they return or get to the island they were aiming for, it's better. Fresh air and solid land is what they needed (and other faces, if it is a return to the Park.)

Favorite Time: Windy Days, full speed ahead! (The real treasure is the journey there or something)

Least favorite: rainy days.. with haphazard wind. The necessity to constantly adjust the sail makes it the worst chore.

#Brawl Stars #Brawlstars #Headcanons #just for fun #Roadtrips #road trips #voyages #Wild West Trio #Retropolis Gang #Graveyard Fam #Pirate Crew #hello im back and tired but excited for tomorrow #this weekend was so much fun. still with my buddy but she's taking a shower rn #then to the shop for us #then maybe thats it until next time! ^-^ if you're reading this far wow i respect you #thank you <3 #u get a friendship star #💫#and a hug from ur fave

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genogenocrazycatman · 3 years

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Heed the Siren's Call

Rumours on the tide say he's got a girl in every port, but sea-sayings tend to exaggerate. There was only ever one port—and the one girl.

Pre-series. Bookish and wilful, Makino is not even twenty when her legal guardian leaves her on her own, and with a bar to boot. And it figures he'd choose the greatest personal upheaval in her life to make his entrance. After all, he's that kind of guy.

Sailor's Folly

There's a sea, and a port, and a girl. And there's him, who wasn't prepared for either, especially the last one—that wide-open heart and gentle stubbornness pulling him in, soft as a siren's song and just as compelling. And he doesn't know if it's fate's doing, but even if it isn't, Shanks knows his own is sealed the moment she looks at him, lovely frown in place, and tells him to order his drink or get out of her doorway.

Companion fic to Siren's Call, wherein a cheerful scoundrel sweeps a village barmaid off her feet. Or was it the other way around?

Sea Songs

The world has its long-awaited King, but there’s an island where an Emperor still reigns; a sovereignty of retired pirates that answer to no one else, and a peace left undisturbed—at least if you know what's good for you. There's a bar there, the seat of an Empress of gentle things, of homely comforts and good liquor, no crown on her head but her authority an undisputed fact.

Sequel to Siren's Call. It’s the end of a voyage, but not the end of their story—not by a long shot. There are many verses still left to sing, sweet and bitter, of the love that endured a long decade and then some; of the marriage that came of it, and the partnership that didn’t flinch at war and separation and distance. And lastly, of the new life it made, conceived in the sun-warmed surf at the junction between two worlds that had once been separate.

Penelope

She’d waited ten years for him to come back, like he’d promised. And it hadn’t been without its hurdles, or with her heart free of doubts. Ten years is, after all, a long time. But...some things are worth the wait.

Companion to Sea Songs. There's been waiting, and ten years of it. Now there's peace, and long-earned at that; the culmination of a crew-wide betting pool, and a wedding at sunset, flowers in her hair and across the deck of his ship. And there's drinking, and a lot of it, but of course that's no surprise to anyone. Their Captain is getting married—it only figures they’d throw one hell of a party to celebrate.

Charybdis

Being an Emperor’s wife didn’t come without risks, but she hadn’t been prepared for what the sea would ask of her for choosing him, and the ways it would touch her quiet life, in her peaceful corner of the sea. Her little port, which had never been anything but safe.

Sea Songs AU. Fuschia is gone, and the man she loves thinks she’s dead. The sea is dark and vast and terrible, and has no more kindness to spare her than those seeking to use her for their own gain; a pawn in a game she never asked to play, and one they didn’t think she would.

Makino doesn’t blame them. She is, after all, just a girl in a port. But like the sea, appearances deceive, and every sailor knows this truth, and to fear it: that however still and beautiful the surface, the unknown depths should never be taken lightly.

Scylla

They say she's as terrifying as her husband, Red-Haired Shanks' wife (she's a sea witch, a siren; she took his arm as payment, as punishment, for kicks), but for all the names they gave her, and all the rumours to them, they did get one thing right.

She's a pirate.

Married the Sea

Not all couples spend their 10-year wedding anniversary behind bars for indecent exposure.

Companion fic to Scylla, depicting the marriage of a certain illustrious pirate and the woman who stole his heart (figuratively speaking—at least unless you believe the rumours).

Tethered to Kinder Shores

She’s part of the crew, always has been. A pirate on land, no sea legs to speak of and no bounty to her name, and no crime committed except loving them for who they are.

Makino and the Red-Hair Pirates. Oh—and their Captain, of course.

Whose Heart is a Safe Harbour

She's more than a port of call and a parting glass, and even the sea couldn't hope to compete with all that love.

Makino, and twelve very different birthdays.

Some Things Even Whiskey Won't Fix

It's a humble request, and a promise that will bind all three of them beyond death:

"Tell him I said 'hello'."

Love In Good Liquor

Their marriage is like an old vintage—enduring, sweet on the tongue, brewed with laughter, and liable to get you cheerfully drunk.

A Scallywag's Checklist for a Rousing Seduction

An honest and hard-working tavern owner's impeccable work ethic is put to the test.

The Wilfulness of Water

Navigating the many straits of parenthood isn't always easy, especially when your kids become old enough to chart their own course. And it's never smooth sailing when it comes to matters of the heart.

“Not to be dramatic,” Shanks announced, with a sigh that contradicted the whole statement, even before he’d added, “but this is probably what kills me.”

Rivers Running to the Same Sea

It's a different port, and a different bar; a different sea altogether, and different circumstances for their first meeting.

But it's the same girl, and the same pirate. And it'll be their story, in the end.

Mnemosyne

She doesn’t remember her life before the human market, or before Amazon Lily. The only clues she has is her name, and the silver anchor around her neck.

And that her daughter has red hair.

Andromeda Unbound

She's never set foot off the docks.

It's a truth she's shaped her life around. Often she'll say it with a chuckle, to soften the ruthless fact of her sheltered upbringing. Sometimes it's an excuse, so she won't have to deal with what it might mean to change it. Many times she's wondered if she would ever dare, and more times still she's imagined herself doing it, bold, brave, pirate. But most often, it's said with the knowledge that it will remain that way; that there's no reason to challenge it.

Her husband's execution changes things.

Bind Me to the Tide

She was thirteen the day it happened, old enough to know what a soul-bond was, but not to fully understand what it meant, to bind two souls so thoroughly as the Fates were said to do. Every new thread they measured was tied to another; a knot that ensured their paths would cross, somewhere along the line of their lives. It was the stuff of romances. Or it would have been, if it hadn’t been for an unfortunate side-effect.

For as long as Makino could remember, she’d been feeling the pain of another as her own.

Verses Not Fit for Singing in Public

It started, innocently enough, with a comment.

“Hey, how did you lose your v-card, Yasopp?”

#teroin reads #one piece #fanfiction #one piece fic rec #red haired shanks/makino #anime/manga fic rec

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Ok so I don't know how you feel about Makino/Shanks BUT there's a series revolving around their relationship called Shanties for the Weary Voyager by Missmungoe on AO3. It is the best characterization of the Red Haired pirates I've ever read. Like Shanks is a swoon worthy dork through the whole thing, which is what initially drew me in. But the way they write Benn throughout that series had me absolutely enamored with him. 10/10 would recommend the series, it's very cute and romantic.

OOOOH thank you so much for this!!! I need to get back into reading fics (I write so damn much I hardly take the time to read now 😔) so I really appreciate fic recommendations! I absolutely adore Makino/Shanks and id love to see some characterizations of the Red Haired Pirates!!! I will check it out for sure!

I wanna write a series so bad, even if just like a 3 part one...but...no talent...no ability...no ideas...😭

#sleepover weekend #sleepover with coop #recommendations #always looking for recs!!!#anon

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aerialflight · 4 years

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One Piece Fic Recs

Okay I’ve been obsessing over One Piece lately and I have a need to spread the One Piece love with these fics that I recently found and can’t stop thinking about now. Hope you all enjoy!

Sleeping Arrangements by Altiria

Ship: Law/Luffy

Nightmares plaguing Law keep him awake most nights, an unusual arrangement keeps him blissfully dream free. Some miscommunications form from the result.

(listen, LISTEN, this summary doesn’t do this story justice when it comes to showing the sheer hilarity and chaos that happens in this fic. this is basically a story of Luffy doing his best to try and marry Law and everybody gets dragged into it. and when i say everybody, i mean EVERYBODY. this is the funniest fic i’ve read in ages and i guarantee you won’t be able to breathe at some points when reading this fic.)

True Love's Kiss by Altiria

Ship: Law/Luffy, Marco/Ace

The Whitebeard crew converge upon Marineford to rescue one of their own. As they arrive, they and everyone nearby is cursed by the powers of the fairy-tale fruit. Luffy, the only one with his memories intact, now needs to find a way to break them all out of the story with the aid of almost stranger; who deeply regrets his involvement.

Starring: 'spontaneous singing', 'definitely not a princess,’ 'I'm too old for this,' and a group of pirates who are never ever going to live this down.

(discovering this author was the best thing that happened to me this week, so i had to rec two of her fics in a row. i swear there are some scenes in here that i can’t unsee and it’s burned into my memory now. and i absolutely do not regret it cause just thinking about it has me cackling like a mad man.)

A Test of Endurance by RememberThePetrichor

Ship: Doflamingo/Crocodile

It’s strange the things that tie people back together. A backwards glance. A rash decision. Or in Crocodile and Doflamingo’s case, a severe psychotic episode in a dank alleyway at three in the morning. [Dofladile anthology with a tiny dollop of smut, now also with plot]

(never in a million years did i think i would ever like this ship, yet here we are. the fic explores these two unexpected, jagged people together and it’s amazing how well they fit. and crocodile is so emotionally constipated and i’m laughing at him the entire way. a smitten doflamingo is an image i didn’t know could exist, yet the author somehow managed to bring it into the world. it’s brilliant and i definitely rec this if you like complicated, stretched out timeless romances. will continue to keep an eye on this.)

Prospects by BrambleFuzz

“I might end up having to kill you. That makes me an enemy, don’t you understand?” “But enemies are supposed to hate each other, right?” Straw Hat questioned, drawing his eyes back to Katakuri’s face. “Do you?”

(Luffy is insistent that he and Katakuri are friends, and Katakuri is insistent that they are not. One of them is very much in denial, but perhaps for good reason.)

(no one is safe when it comes to luffy’s unending charisma and stubborn insistence of friendship. it’s beautiful and i love this.)

Heed the Siren's Call by missmungoe

Ship: Shanks/Makino

Rumours on the tide say he's got a girl in every port, but sea-sayings tend to exaggerate. There was only ever one port—and the one girl.

Part 1 of Shanties for the Weary Voyager

(i don’t know what’s up with me reading shipping fics, i usually go to gen when it comes to one piece but i definitely don’t regret it. wow, this fic was honestly a journey and it’s stunning. i honestly can’t unsee the potential of this ship now and god, i wish this is canon. i really, really do. also, this is part of a series and i’m going to be honest, it’s Sea Songs that completely won me over. it’s the sequel to this story and it’s what made me completely fall in love with this series and this ship. But, reading the first of the series definitely adds more depth to their relationship and is the beginning of everything, if i have to be dramatic about it. which i do, cause it deserves it.)

Unwritten by missmungoe

Ship: Mihawk/Hancock

She's used to flattery and pretty words.

What she gets from him is...not that.

(bet your didn’t expect this, cause i sure didn’t. but man, this ship just works and i love it so much. you have no idea how much i digged for more fics on this pairing and it’s disappointingly low to say the least. can’t regret it though. honestly, the author is just so good at shipping two characters i don’t expect to work, yet it does.)

sic itur ad astra by donutsandcoffee

Humans can make out patterns out of nothing. Like discovering shapes in the cloud, or images between the stars. If you listen to static noise long enough they start to form meaningful words, even when there isn’t any.

This is the closest approximation to how Ichiji feels things.

It is almost fascinating, then, for him, to watch Sanji, who seems to feel everything with his entire being, so visceral and open and raw.

(such a fantastic character study on a character that isn’t explored much. ichiji is so complex here and the author gives him more nuance in how he rationalizes emotions and who he is as a person. his relationship with sanji is given more depth and i’m so happy! definitely read this!)

Memoirs of a Suicidal Pirate by alkhale

Getting murdered while trying to kill yourself is bad luck. Getting reincarnated after that is just a bad joke. But Toonami reruns and cheap commissions info have taught her this world has plenty of chances to get yourself killed. It can't be that hard.

"So you're actually trying to die?"

"Yes."

"You know you're his nakama now, right?"

"So?"

"...Good luck with that."

(this is a fic that i’m literally waiting at the edge of my seat for to update. every time it does, my heart soars and my day, no, week improves instantly. i swear, the worldbuilding in this is top notch and if i didn’t know one piece at the back of my hand, i would absolutely believe the OC self-insert character was a real character in One Piece, i am not kidding. the author hits the tone, the WORLDBUILDING, the characters, literally everything that makes One Piece what it is, right on the nail. i laughed, i cried, i felt incessant rage at the very One Piece existing cruelty of the world, i really felt like i was reading canon One Piece, and that’s no easy accomplishment. seriously, please for the love of god read this. @adelmortescryche and i freak over this all the time and i need to spread this fic like a wildfire to other people, god.)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #One Piece #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Shipping #so much shipping

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