#because even if shanks' cabin has a bed

[giurochedadomani]

I'm doing a continuation of this. A horny continuation.

He settles one of the pillows at the small of his back, then the other vertically along the side of the bed. Under Mihawk’s incredulous scrutiny, he settles back and pats his lap. 

“Come here”. 

Mihawk continues staring at him. It’s kind of funny, the squeamish look with the raging hard on. Shanks bites his tongue, keeping in check the smile threatening to spill on his lips. 

“What”. 

“That can’t possibly be comfortable”. 

“This can hardly cause any scar on my back I’d be ashamed of”, he jokes, tugging lightly on Mihawk’s ankle. “Come on”. 

Mihawk’s a taut line of tension when he straddles Shanks’ lap. He wonders how the other envisioned this going on, because he has clearly not planned this far ahead. Or maybe he did plan it, and Shanks’ just not reading correctly how to pick up the initiative from him. 

He settles his hands on the small of Mihawks’ back, fingers splayed over his ass, and tries to think about the night on the beach. When the other slides a bit closer, small and a tad doubtful, he pulls him flush against him, capturing Mihawk’s moan into a kiss.

[zwhoreo]

mommy kink luffy? 👀

ok so I don’t think luffy would ever actually use the word mommy but I think the rest of the kink can apply hehehe

nurture me - luffy x f!reader

smut

summary: missing the comfort of a nurturing female figure as a child, luffy sometimes turns to you to get that feeling back. and sometimes, he wants sex

contains: mommy kink (the word mommy is never mentioned), very innocent luffy, he’s pretty sub in this one, soft dom reader

words: 2k

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Luffy is upset today, he’s not sure why, he’s feeling this rush of some sort of unplaceable loneliness even though he isn’t alone at all, surrounded by people to love and spend time with and hug. He had fallen and broken a stack of glasses in the kitchen yesterday, and he was chastised for his clumsiness, smacked by Nami, shoved out by Sanji. He had cut his arm on the glass, nothing deep, nothing a couple bandaids from Chopper’s office couldn’t fix, but it still made him a little sad and distressed for some reason. He needed comfort but pushed it away and forgot about it.

So now he’s sitting on the bow of the ship and picking at the bandaids. He wants to go bother you, he needs some comfort, a hug from you seems to be an immediate fix for times like these. And maybe something more, he thinks, like playtime, sort of.

You’re reading a book Robin gave you, curled up on your cabin’s chair, the porthole open next to you for that crisp sea breeze. You’re delighted at those little sandal steps, your door opening, large, glittery eyes looking at you excitedly.

Luffy hops on your bed, rolling on his back and kicking his legs and reaching for you, a teasing grabbing motion with his fists. Absolutely adorable.

You lean over to take his hand, he squirms and giggles at the contact and he’s smiling so brightly.

“[naaame]…” he whines, trying to pull you to him but you pull instead, still holding his stretched arm as you sit back in the chair. He pouts and stretches his other arm out to you.

“No pulling, Luffy,” you say, gently removing one arm from your waist knowing his intention to yank you into bed.

“Please… can we please cuddle… I wanna really bad…” Luffy’s squirming again, begging, you just can’t resist him.

You set down your book, walking over to your bed and sitting by him which makes him squeal in delight and open his arms for a hug. You lay back and pull him up onto you, letting him bury his head in your chest and find a comfortable position as you pet his hair.

He likes to be nurtured. It’s a childish part of him that comes out sometimes, especially when he thinks about his old village and Ace and Sabo and Shanks, when he misses getting to play and explore all day and just be a kid. But he didn’t really have anyone back then to take care of him like this. Makino was the closest, he got a taste of the affection a mother could bring, but mostly he was just raised by himself and his brothers, and bandits, and he wasn’t really ever cuddled or held when he was young. So now you’re his person, he gets to be extra close to you and he’ll never be too much.

And usually he’s more dominant, even in his innocence and softness, he’s your captain and you’re his to take care of and keep safe, he picks you up and carries you and holds you against his chest, you’re his, he likes being in control.

But that doesn’t have to be always.

Those times like now where he paws at you and lays on you all slack like a baby, you just curl up with your arms around him and murmur comforting things in his ear. There’s those deer eyes again, searching, he’s leaning in to kiss you and you catch him halfway with his cheeks squished in your hands. Arms circle your waist needily and this poor boy has squirmed his way between your legs because he wants friction, maybe.

“Lu, hun, what do you want?” you coax gently, tracing his shoulders, you know he wants you so bad but he has to try to say what he wants if he wants something, that’s what you’re teaching him.

“Um… I dunno, I guess uh…” Luffy’s mind is cloudy, he wants your body but he doesn’t know what to ask for so when your thigh comes to naturally rest between his legs he just settles for this, at least.

You laugh lightly as he begins to grind on your leg, hips rutting, rhythmic but messy, he starts making these little whimpering noises in your ear as he rubs himself on you like a puppy in heat. You let him, hugging gently and just laying there listening.

“I… mm! I wanna suck your breasts?” He seems excited to have found words, talking casually as he continues to get himself off on your thigh, aching and growing beneath his pants. You can’t refuse him.

“Sure, hun.” This is perfect because you’re a little tired. Let your boy enjoy himself and relax with him and it’ll all be ok. And you pull off your shirt, you let him see you, and he grins before squeezing you tightly and latching on, suckling gently on your nipple while looking up at you with stars in his soft brown eyes.

“S’ good…” he growls, mouth full, nuzzling and gripping against you.

You lift him into your arms after a few minutes, when he gets teeth-y with your skin, he whines at the loss of contact with his mouth but lets you pick him up and place him in your lap, squeezing his face in your hands, giving him a caring hug.

“Luffy, baby, you want more, huh? C’mon…” You place your hand on the small of his back, rubbing his skin.

“Mmf… I wanna put my dick in you,” he says, voice in the most amount of innocence he could possibly sound with those words. You weren’t expecting this, usually he’s more innocent when you two play, when he asks for something, but you won’t complain.

You smile. You pet him lovingly, gentle praise. You kiss his cheek and then his mouth and he’s still in a teething mood so you need to pull away when he bites your lip, but you press his face into your neck because you always like biting there.

“Want some help?” you coo to him, tugging at his clothes, and he nods happily against you and makes a tiny sound.

His shirt is open, easy to slide off. Glistening warm skin meets the cool sunlight of the porthole, wave reflections, he’s so beautiful when you can see his bare shoulders. You take a moment to lean in and kiss them. And then his jeans, you have to sort of pick him up again to unbutton and remove them and his cock slaps your wrist, no underwear, you ignore your aching need to touch it and continue to take care of him, settling his twitching hips and tossing his clothes to the side.

Soft and bare, dripping with sweetness and innocence, he’s draped on you, sitting in your lap, naked and waiting to be touched in a gentle way.

Your shirt’s off. Now your jeans, your panties, Luffy starts moaning and thrusting into nothing at your scent and the feeling of your skin but you have to calm him.

“No, baby, let’s be patient ok?” You poke his cheek and he whines but just curls into you a little more, trying to wait like you’ve taught him.

You switch the positions of your legs, you’re on his lap, propped up on the bed, sort of straddling him, he’s sitting in front of you with his cock rubbing through your wetness, eyes hooded in pleasure, he’s waiting for your command because he’s yours to comfort and hold and protect right now.

“[naaame]…” he whines in such a little voice, staring up through his hair, begging.

“Move like this…” you murmur, lining up his hips so he can rub against you for a while, and get you wet. He does so in a careful way, biting his lip as he tries not to plunge within you just yet. You’re still so tired, you want lazy, careful sex. But Luffy’s the one who needs to be looked after and cared for right now. Nurture me, is what his eyes say, mind in a space so far away.

So once you’re warmed up and once Luffy’s being tortured by need and the rising and falling of his chest is pressed to you with brutal pressure, you smile and reach down to line him up yourself. He squeaks as he feels the touch of your hand down there, and the cocoon of velvet enveloping him, you can move just be gentle like I taught you, your smile says.

So he does. Instinctual thrusting fueled by pure love and appreciation, his hands reaching to grip your ass and lift you up more against him, he’s getting a little more dominant but just in an excited, playful sort of way. You hold him, you put your arms around his shoulders and breathe in his scent.

“So good, Lu, you’re doing so well…” you whisper in his ear as he works you into pulp, grabby hands, needy whines.

He likes to feel grown up but still be cared for. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he likes to be shown how. He likes to be cradled but to feel you so deep, his infinitely loving girlfriend who knows his needs, who would give him the world.

It comes eventually, that confusing knot in his stomach, now is the time he wants to be held the most. You squeeze him so tight and let him squirm in your arms as you carry him in coaxing gentleness through his powerful climax. He drips within you, you’ve claimed him with the comforting warmth of your body.

You make sure to pull him out and wipe him off and even in his hazy, submissive state he still makes sure to rub your hips and thighs and make sure you’re ok and nothing hurt you. “Was that good? Did I do good?” he murmurs as he squirms onto his back in your arms like a cat looking for affection.

“So good.”

Luffy’s restless now, he needs to occupy his mouth which he often does before sleep for self-soothing, and he’s going to nurse right now, curled up in your arms. So he reaches for your breasts again but that’s when you see his arm.

“Hey Lu, what’s that? Did you hurt yourself?” You lift his forearm for examination and he blushes in slight shame. Because you then say, “when did this happen? You shoulda told me!”

“Um, yesterday. I dunno… I fell and broke some glasses and I thought you’d get mad, it’s just a scratch, I’m fine.” He avoids your eyes.

“I’d never be mad at you for something like that, it’s ok, accidents happen.” You run your hand through his hair. “These bandaids aren’t fresh, we gotta get you new ones, hun…”

“N- no! Don’t leave… I don’t wanna let go!” Because he’s attached to you in a tight embrace and can’t picture a world without your arms right now.

“It’ll just be a minute-”

“Carry meee! Please, please, please-” He’s scrambling up your body as you begin to sit up so you let him. You stand up shakily because Luffy is glued to your back, arms around your shoulders and face buried in your neck.

You get bandaids from your cabinet, you have to pry Luffy off of you and let him curl up in your lap again so you can gently change clean and re-bandage his scraped arm. This protective kindness lulls Luffy, it makes him sleepy and happy and like he needs to take a long nap with you which, from the beginning, is what you were excited for. Pulling a curtain over the porthole you’re back to laying on your bed, letting Luffy drift off with his mouth on your breast, calming and grounding for both of you. His hands find yours in his dreamy state, holding on, wanting you to know how much he loves you, in a quiet and innocent way.

[innerfare]

I Love You - Part 2 

Summary: Who says I love you first? How do you say it?

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Crocodile, Mihawk, Corazon, Marco

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Shanks: The two of you have known each other for years before the words ever leave his lips. You’ve been through so much, and you never felt the need to put a label on it. But one night, you’re both swinging in a hammock on a beach, you in his arms and him sipping a bottle of booze, and he says out of nowhere, “you know that I love you, right?” You think he must be drunk but he insists he’s not, telling you it struck him recently that he’d never told you before and he really should in case something happens. He wants you to know how he really feels and how much you mean to him. 

Beckman: He’s always visiting you on your home island, either finding excuses to plot a course straight to you or sneaking away for a few days. It’s only as he’s leaving one evening that it strikes him: he loves you. It takes him a very long time to decide to tell you. Given his lifestyle, a relationship isn’t exactly easy, and he would be putting you in danger should anyone learn your association to him. Plus, he enjoys his freedom. He works it over in his head for months, to the point Shanks even asks him about what’s bothering him, though Beckman doesn’t fess up. But he just can’t get you out of his head. He can’t sleep, he can’t eat, he can’t even focus in a fight. One late night, he returns to his cabin to find Shanks waiting. His captain has puzzled out what has the first mate in such a state, and Shanks tells him to go take care of his business. Beckman agrees and turns up at your doorstep at three in the morning with some flowers he picked on the side of the road because he felt awkward showing up empty handed. You lead him into your kitchen and make him something to drink, thinking something horrible has happened, only for him to confess his love for you. He’s not shy about saying it after that, always making sure to tell you when he greets you and says goodbye, as well as several times in between. 

Crocodile: He despises the word love, would never even utter it except to mock people who use it. He thinks it’s weak, thinks men who profess love are sniveling and pathetic, thus the reason he despises himself for feeling it. The emotion creeps up on him slowly but surely, and he beats it back and bottles it up for as long as he can, staying up late at night with a bottle of whiskey because laying in bed makes him think of you and your mischievous smile. Only when he is locked up in Impel Down does he finally, begrudgingly admit to himself that he feels deep affection for you, which he painfully admits to you one night after he breaks out, bracing himself for you to reject him, laugh at him, or spurn him in any way. When you tell him you feel the same way, he decides that is that and sees no reason to ever repeat it, your mutual and abiding affection one of his most closely-guarded secrets. 

Mihawk: He doesn’t tell you when he feels it, however overwhelming the feeling may be, so you’ll definitely be the one to say it first. This man is the king of unspoken affection. He’d sooner die than draw his sword and cut through all the tension that seems to follow him. That being said, he does say it in other, more subtle ways, primarily referring to you as, “my love,” and leaving it at that. When you finally tell him you love him, he doesn’t even say it back, simply burying his face in your hair and saying, “I’m glad to hear it, my love.” He shocks you by saying it back a few months later, though you don’t say it back, instead pulling him in for a kiss. And it continues like that, only one of you ever saying it, the other responding with affection. 

Corazon: A victim of near insta-love, he knows better than to tell you how he’s feeling when he first meets you. He tells himself to wait a month, and then at the one month mark, it seems premature, so he pushes it to two. Then, he pushes it to three, and then to four, and then to five. He thinks he’s good at hiding it, and normally, he is good at hiding his emotions, but with you, it’s all out in the open. You catch on pretty quickly to how he feels, have even seen him start to form the words only for his face to fall and him to turn away. Eventually, one night, you ask him, “why haven’t you told me you love me yet?” He’s shocked to discover you know the truth, and when you laugh and tell him it was pretty obvious, he laughs, too, his heart soaring when you tell him you feel the same way. He’s overwhelmed by the feeling that he has a family, something he’s been desperately wanting since he was just a little kid. 

Marco: He says it first. He’s loved and lost so many people, formed the family he never had as a kid and lost so many members along the way. And he’s done a measure of living, enough to know that love should never be hidden. So when he realizes he’s in love with you, he swallows all of his fear like a seasoned professional and tells you exactly what’s on his mind the next time you two have a quiet moment alone. He’s soft and gentle in that moment, too, just as he is in all the moments you two share, just the two of you. He says it often, always either turning away or burying his face in your hair when you say it back, overwhelmed with giddiness he’s certain a man of his age and standing should not be feeling.

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[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I'm almost done with part 3 of Blacksmith's Daughter.

But I have once more found myself weak against the headcanons and giggling uncontrollably at my own train of thought.

So this time

What would happen if you found yourself with a bag o' weed?

Whatever here we feckinGOOO

Because I Got High

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X Reader

Headcanons

NSFW because context and stuff

♫♬Creepin Up The Backstairs - The Fratellis♬♫

Don't just say yes to tease me, do your utmost to please me

I don't mean to be sleazy, being you can't be easy

Zoro

"I mean, I've never tried it, but...."

Never done this before, usually have to have friends to introduce you to this sort of thing, and he was fairly lacking in the friend department until recently.

But basically, the hell with it, why not?

Just watching you roll it up in curiosity and borderline nervousness—

No, he's not nervous, shut up.

First hit and he's trying not to cough up a lung, shoving at you while you giggle about it.

Once it hits, he's in absolute awe of...well, basically everything.

Has never been so relaxed in his entire life what is this sorcery?

Falling back into his favorite hammock and pulling you down with him, just staring up at the ceiling in wonder.

Mentions after several minutes of silence that he can't feel his teeth and then just dissolves into hysterical laughter.

Cannot stop grinning, so comfortable and at ease with everything, kissing at your temple and your neck and pulling you closer against him.

Literally just wants to cuddle at this point, not anything more than that. Just lay there and hold you close, relax, breathe you in and enjoy the warmth and comfort of your body against his.

"....Fuck."

Sanji

"Excuse me, you have what? Oh, this is going to be fun."

He's worked in a professional kitchen. This is not his first rodeo.

Also, hand over the ganja. You're not smoking it, you're cooking with it. Or in actuality, infusing it into butter and cooking with that, to ensure even distribution.

Again. Not his first rodeo. Whatever he does come up with, be it brownies or cookies or are those churros???, you know he knows what he's doing.

Just leaves plates of edibles laid out across the kitchen of the Merry, and no one knows but the two of you.

Luffy eats an entire plate of brownies and is practically in a coma fifteen minutes later, laying sprawled out on the deck and pointing at a cloud every so often to comment on what it looks like.

Nami and Usopp sitting in the corner, alternating between giggling and dying in laughter at the pitiful state of their captain.

Zoro decided he was going to wash dishes for some reason, but you're pretty sure he's been scrubbing the same plate for five minutes.

You and Sanji standing off in another corner, leaning over each other and cracking up at the chaos you have managed to wreak among the crew.

And it gives the two of you the perfect opportunity to slip off to bed, which you definitely don't waste.

As flirty and playful as he is on a normal basis is doubled right now, and whether you're giggling or moaning beneath him, he's absolutely thrilled with the outcome of this endeavor.

"Oh, so much fun...." 

Shanks

"Oh, sweetheart, we are going to the moon."

Do you even have to ask?

The second you tell him you found a bag of the green in the contraband hold in the Marine ship you just sunk, he's grinning like an idiot.

Grabbing you, an officer or two, leaving someone else in charge for a while, and you're all smoking out the captain's cabin.

Thirty minutes later, amid the haze of smoke, Benn's sitting in the corner just staring at his hands in borderline terror. No thoughts, just oh dear gods hands.

Yasopp's doubled over the map table, laughing hysterically at something Shanks said five minutes ago.

Shanks has pulled you on top of him on his bed, arm curled around you, kissing you slowly, no worry at all of any other parties present.

But every so often, his head drops down to his pillows, and he spouts off some high-wisdom one-liner, and just stares off into space for a moment in wonder.

"If...if you drop a bar of soap on the floor...is the soap dirty, or is the floor clean?"

Mihawk

"You have what? Why?"

Disapproving stare.

Well, he might have dabbled in his younger years (no it had nothing to do with Shanks quit asking), but not for quite some time.

It dampens his senses, it's not worth the trouble.

But...maybe it wouldn't hurt, just this once.

Ten minutes later, he's laid back across his bed, arm curled around you, completely at one with everything.

Just staring up at the ceiling, thinking.

Everything makes perfect sense, everything is one, and it's just delightful.

If you need advice about anything, now is the time to ask, because all the secrets of the universe are now his.

He has no idea how far gone he actually is and honestly it's pretty hilarious.

Glares at you when you point it out—before giving a snort-laugh and agreeing with you.

It's a rarity that you get to see him this relaxed and unbothered, so enjoy it while it lasts.

Definitely initiate a make-out session; he's going to take it very slow, and very thorough, savoring you even more than he usually would.

"Mmm, you taste divine, little one...."

Buggy

"Are you serious? Oh, hell yes—"

Eyes light up like a kid at Christmas, you have what?!?!

Oh, he's down as a clown.

He literally said that line, and then grinned so hard that you almost don't want to shove him overboard for it.

He's more than prepared to make sure there are munchies available—mainly chocolate, since he has a serious sweet tooth.

Taking a toke and then kissing along your neck, making you giggle.

Unlike drinking, this is a private affair, just you and him. You're the only one who gets to see this side of him.

Making you giggle gives him life, so he's going to be murmuring stupid jokes in your ear in between trying to make you moan, and he'll settle for either.

"Ooh, yeah, that's it, baby—just give me what's mine."

[damned-punk]

Hello❣

I wanted to say that your hcs about the Kid Pirates are so on point and I agree pretty much with all of them, love that crew!

May I ask you some hcs about Kid and Killer with a female s/o in a poly situation? I think that after Victoria's death, both of them would be even more protective and scared to lose their partner. Let's say that their s/o got into trouble and, of course, they saved her and the 3 of them are now together in their private room: how would they act after that? They would get angry at her and scold her? Or they would break emotionally (maybe with some tears) and hug her tight? Or passion would take the lead and at the end of the night the bed is broken and the rest of the crew tried to sleep (without succeeding) with earplugs?

Kidd & Killer

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• If the situation boiled down to their partner needing an extra hand during a fight, Kidd and Killer wouldn’t mind at all but they might tease them as they would their other crewmates. However, the situation would be much different if their partner found themselves in a situation that was all too familiar to Kidd against Shanks or Killer in Wano.

• Their anger would not be directed at their partner, they’d both know that they were only trying to do what’s best for the crew, rather they would reflect on how close they came to loosing them and how something like that can’t happen again

• Kidd might come across as pissed off or annoyed which would be intimidating in such a vulnerable situation but Killer would make sure to reiterate the things that Kidd has trouble conveying, as well as reassert the lengths of which they both care about their partner

• They’ve witnessed and gone through so much carnage that it would take both hell and high water for them to shed tears, but it isn’t off the table depending on how grave the situation had become

• Their scolding would turn into how worried they both were and when their partner explains that they did what they did because they had no other options, the conversation would take a turn into how much they love each other

• Physical reassurance would start with Killer enveloping their partner when things become too heavy, Kidd would recognize that both of them bearing down on them after such a tense (and perhaps life threatening) situation would’ve only added to the stress that they were already under

• All it would take for Kidd’s stern expression to crack is their partner looking up at him with glassy eyes, he’d wrap his arm around them and hold them for as long as they need

• The three of you would clean up together and address any wounds as thoroughly as possible, settling down in the bed together and reveling in the comfort of one another

• The stressful events of the day would begin to subside when your lips meet one another and hands start to wander, all the pent up emotions between the three of you coming to a peak as clothes begin to fall from your bodies (no worries about the bed frame, Kidd had already reinforced it after previous activities)

• The crew is left with little to the imagination as the sounds of your body pressed between Kidd and Killer spill from your shared cabin, the most sweet and tender aftercare taking place as the three of you exchange your commitment to one another

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[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Twelve

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: None.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.0k

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The clock hanging on the wall tells you that it’s just shy of four a.m., and your eyes burn fiercely to back that up. At this point, Shanks has developed a fever that makes sweat drip from his forehead and cold sweats rattle his body. Is this common enough of an occurrence that the men usually just leave him to sleep till morning? The thought horrifies you because Shanks is clearly suffering. You suffered from a fever once when your mother punished you by making you stay outside in the rain overnight after you made a mistake. The headache alone had left you whimpering in bed, and the cold sweats combined with body aches had you all but catatonic. Your mother hadn’t apologized and had even gotten mad all over again because you had been bedridden for a week.

Blinking away the haze in your eyes, you reach over and place the back of your hand against his forehead once more. How can he feel even hotter now? Your lips pinch, and you reach for the cloth, dipping it back in the bowl of cool water to wipe the newest layer of sweat that has accumulated. You run it along his forehead, brushing back sweaty red strands and contemplating if you should just go and grab Hongo. Moving to stand up, you are caught off guard when clammy fingers close around your retreating ones.

“Leaving so soon?” Your eyes dart to Shanks, your face brightening up that he’s awake. Sitting back down, you give him a faint smile while giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

“I should get Hongo; your fever is only getting worse, and I think you might need medicine,” you tell him, looking toward the door of the cabin. Shanks’ grip on your hand tightens.

“And leave me all alone?” The look in his eyes is pleading, but you can also see something simmering deeper within his dark eyes. Shanks tugs on your hand, pulling it toward his mouth where he kisses your knuckles. “You wouldn’t be so mean, madam.” Your fingers twitch beneath his hot lips, and you swallow hard.

“I absolutely would,” you reply faintly, tugging your joined hands away from his lips and back to his side. “Your fever is getting worse, and I’m concerned.”

“Everything will be fine if you are here,” Shanks says, his voice dropping in tone. His lips curve into a teasing smirk that you have always found rather attractive, and you have to count to five in your head. Clearly, his fever has addled a few brain cells… or has it? “It’s always nice to have such treasure at my side.”

“Wishful thinking,” you tell the man, using your other hand to push his head back to the pillow. “Go to sleep; you need it.” Shanks follows your orders, but his intense gaze doesn’t stray once from your lovely face. You are going to pull your hand back, but his grip on your fingers remains firm and strong. “Are you going to let my hand go?”

“Why would I do that?” Shanks shoots back, his lazy smile widening. “It fits in mine so perfectly.” You blink at him and raise an eyebrow. Oh yes, most certainly addled…

“Will you rest if I hold your hand?” you probe, hoping that you can sway him into making a good choice regarding his health by staying in bed.

“If the madam insists,” Shanks agrees, snuggling back into his bed. You sigh in relief and slump back against the chair. Observing his face, you notice that while he has closed his eyes to rest, a big grin is still plastered on his face.

“What is so exciting about holding my hand?” you ask. Shanks doesn’t open his eyes but replies nonetheless.

“What isn’t exciting about holding your hand?” he states with honesty. “There are a great many things I would like to do with you, treasure, and holding your hand is the least of it.” You roll your eyes and tell him to go back to sleep.

When Shanks wakes up after breaking through the worst of his phantom pain fever, he is surprised to find himself staring at the ceiling of his cabin. Last he remembers, his stump had been throbbing as he and the men pushed through jungle and storm to hunt down the devil fruit they had come for. He must have had a flare-up. But why is he in his bed when you are occupying it?

“Aria demanded it,” Hongo’s voice is whisper-soft, and twisting his head to the side, Shanks sees him packing up a few medical supplies. Hongo eyes his Captain. “The bed. She demanded Benn put you in your bed, put her foot down so I hear.” Shanks' eyebrows rise.

“Aria got up when we got back? Did the men wake her?” Hongo snorts; clearly, the overnight fever had gotten to his Captain because in what world would you have gone to bed worried?

“You’re assuming she went to bed in the first place, Shanks,” Hongo corrects him. “She never did. Spent the entire day pacing around like a caged animal. I had her do inventory to get her mind off worrying.” Shanks isn’t happy to hear that. He knew you hadn’t been happy with their decision to follow through with their plans, but you hadn’t tried to stop them. But he hadn’t expected this bad of a reaction! “She said she had a bad feeling, lasted all day, and it was making her physically nauseous. Turns out she was right.”

“Job still had to be done,” Shanks rasps back, grimacing from the lingering headache.

“Aye, and you can tell her that yourself,” Hongo agrees before snickering. “After she gives you a lecture about doing jobs in bad weather.” The doctor nods his chin to the other side of Shanks’ bed, and that is when the red-haired pirate realizes he has his fingers wrapped around a hand. Rolling his head to the other side, Shanks is met with the sight of lavender hair spilling onto the side of his bed next to his hand, which is enveloping yours quite securely. “Don’t know when she finally passed out, but by the looks of it, she was up for a while.”

Shanks is not pleased to hear that you stayed up so late because of him, but he is grateful to have you at his side. Now if he could just get out of this bed and get you into it…

“And don’t even think about swapping places with her,” Hongo calls Shanks out. Shanks gives his doctor a glare while Hongo picks up his med box. “You still have a bit of a fever, and Aria will not be happy to wake up in bed.”

“Remind me again who the Captain of this ship is?” Shanks asks, grimacing as a shaft of sunlight hits his eyes.

“Not you while the madam is bossing everyone around,” Hongo snorts, making a quick getaway before Shanks can toss out a comeback. “Stay put, for Aria’s sake.” With that, the doctor is out the door, leaving Shanks alone in his cabin with you still blissfully asleep next to him. He doesn’t dare wake you from your sleep, not after the night you had. Who is supposed to be watching over who again?

The longer you remain on the Red Force, the more you come out of the shell hardened by your upbringing. It’s rather amusing to watch you boss men twice your size around, and yet, there is something so nice about having the company of a female on board his ship. He glances down at his hand, firmly wrapped around yours in a great indicator of who is holding whose hand. He can take secret enjoyment in how nicely your fingers fit in his. Perfectly even.

Shanks settles back into his bed and allows the floral scent of your soap to fill his senses. Lavender. He and the men always make sure that you have what you need when it comes to personal care items such as soap and shampoo. None of them really knew what scent to get you, but they all knew of your hate for roses. They had argued more than any of them care to admit over the choices of scent before Benn suggested lavender. It was a nice enough scent; the men would always remember it because of your lavender hair, and you had been looking at some lavender products on one of their stops.

Your fingers twitch in his grasp, and you let out a soft groan. Shanks watches as you slowly lift your head and blearily blink through lavender strands of hair. Your eyes meet his, and for a few precious moments, Shanks gets to stare into your unguarded eyes. Then it clicks into your mind that Shanks is awake and staring back at you, and you jerk into a sitting position, your fingers abruptly sliding from his, and your eyes re-guard themselves.

“You’re awake!” you exclaim, relief flooding your sluggish and tired body. Shanks gives you a small smile before squinting closer at your face. He’d been so taken by your unguarded eyes that he hadn’t even noticed that you had dark marks beneath them.

“And you look exhausted,” Shanks replies, raising his hand to brush his fingertips over the evidence of your exhaustion. You give him a look in return.

“That tends to happen when one stays up worrying,” you state dryly. Shanks doesn’t miss the light barb in your words and lets his fingers trail down your face before reaching for your hand again. You let him take it.

“I know you aren’t happy that we went out in that weather,” he starts, observing your eyes which narrow. “But think about it, bad weather, low visibility… it was the perfect time for us to nab the item we were after and had the least amount of risk.”

“Least amount of risk?” you repeat, hardly believing what you are hearing. “Shanks, Benn had to carry you back to the ship, and I spent the night watching your body temperature go higher and higher! I might not be versed in the conditions you suffer from, but even I know that the weather conditions you headed out in yesterday habitually worsen your ailment.” Shanks drops back against the pillow and tries not to groan at your scolding.

“Amputation, stump, call it what it is, Aria. No need for you to dance around calling it an ailment.”

“It’s called having tact,” you snip out with attitude. “I’m finding that many people are without.”

“Aye, and that’s what makes you so special,” he agrees, ignoring the ache his shoulder makes at that moment. “I know what triggers flare-ups, but this trip wasn’t one I could put off.” You still have a sour look on your face. “It is also not the first time I’ve had a flare-up, nor will it be my last.” Your scowl deepens, and the pirate sighs. He’s making this worse, isn’t he? “Forgive me for putting myself in harm’s way for the sake of the mission?” An almost unbearable period of silence follows as you think over his words.

“Considering you will most likely be repeating such circumstances in the near future, I shall acquiesce to your apology,” you finally sigh out. “Such are the perils of pirating, and I shall never truly understand it, but it is your passion, and therefore I will respect your choices.”

“That was the most passive-aggressive response to an apology I have ever heard,” Shanks huffs out, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “But if it means you aren’t going to be scowling at me, I will take it. Your smile is far too lovely for your face to be etched with worry.”

“Then take the rest you need lying down,” you chide, fussing over him once more.

You are back on dry land, handing over the devil fruit the men had claimed during the storm. Well, Benn is; you are with Shanks exploring the local market. It isn’t as busy as the one you had been to on Ingles, so you are far more relaxed in the environment. Shanks lets you wander from stall to stall, eyes shining brightly from the handcrafted goods. You are content to look, preen over the simplest of objects, and never ask for a single thing.

Shanks would buy you anything you desire, but you don’t ask for anything. Not for one of the pretty necklaces a craftsman tries to peddle to you. Nor any of the fancy, decadent pies that smell heavenly. Not even the delicate taiyaki that are being freshly made despite you setting your eyes on them and not being able to take them off. The hungry look in your eyes becomes too much, and he places his hand on your back and pushes you towards the stand.

“Come on,” he speaks with a smile and chuckle. “It’s been a few hours since breakfast, and I think we’re both due for a snack.”

“You aren’t just saying that because I’ve been drooling, have you?” you probe, eyeing the red-haired man scrupulously while patting your lips. His grin widens, and pushing you up to the stall, Shanks proceeds to order a batch of red bean taiyaki, handing coins over to cover the cost of the treats. You watch in rapt attention as the fish treats are made fresh, right in front of you. A thought pops into your mind when the treats are being filled with a brown mixture. “I have no idea what red bean tastes like, Shanks.”

He gives you a reassuring smile.

“Do you like chocolate?”

“Based on the rare occasion that I had a taste, I believe I do,” you answer, thinking back to the last time you had chocolate. That’s right, it had been a tea party for one of your mother’s friends, and the cook had made special chocolate tarts. They had looked delicious and smelled divine! But naturally, your mother had only allowed you to eat a few meager bites before declaring that it was such a nice day, and you had wanted to show the ladies the garden. So, with several approving tuts from the older women, you had been herded away from your barely touched tart. Shanks sees your mind disappear on him for a few moments, shrouded in distant pain, but doesn’t press what you are thinking about.

“Well, I can’t say you’ll definitely like red bean because you’ve never had it, but they have chocolate in the filling,” Shanks tells you brightly.

“I am more than willing to try it if my drooling hadn’t clued you in,” you say with a frank look. “At this point in my life, I am willing to try everything.”

“Don’t overdo it. I don’t want you getting sick again,” you snort as Shanks takes the bag of freshly cooked taiyaki from the vendor. He holds out the bag to you, and you peer inside before taking one. Golden brown, the treat is almost too hot to handle as you and Shanks begin walking again. You start nibbling on the edge of the pastry, getting a sense of the texture first. Then, deciding that you like how the breaded part tastes, you take a delicate bite to avoid burning your mouth. That’s all it takes for you to take another bite, and then another, and another, until the entire taiyaki is gone, and you are reaching for another one. “What did I just say?”

You ignore Shanks’ comment and devour the next treat, sighing in such happiness that anyone around you might think that nothing in your little world could ever be wrong. Your petulance is amusing, and despite the fact that Shanks is worried you might overdo it with the taiyaki, he doesn’t stop you from demolishing half the bag. Walking around some more, you make several stops to look at fabric bolts, a stall with various trinkets, and even a little shop that sells music boxes!

You take extra time looking at the music boxes, finding one that plays a short little piece that reminds you of your childhood nanny. She had been nice to you and a wonderful supplement to the lack of maternal presence in your life. But she had been too nice to you, and your mother had gotten rid of her not even a year after she had first come to Bonn Manor. You remembered that she used to hum a song from her home island as she bathed you, brushed out your hair, and tended to your needs. It was, perhaps, the only fond memory you had in your life.

You can’t buy it, not when you have to be careful with your Berry.

So you move on, leaving an observant Shanks to trail after you while making a mental note to come back and buy the music box you had spent so much time staring at with such a fond expression. It isn’t something you’d let him buy for you outright, so he is going to have to resort to playing dirty. Grinning at the knowledge that you both would play dirty towards each other, Shanks lounges after you thinking about all the sneaky ways he could spoil you, for surely at this point in your life you were deserving of it.

Well, all of his crew, Shanks included thanks to his red hair, have a piece of red on them. For Benn, it is a special red hair tie that never comes loose or gets lost. Lucky Roux has his favorite red goggles, Limejuice a red shirt that he always wears, and Bonk Punch a red vest. All of the crew have some red item, except you. But Shanks doesn’t want you to have a red shirt, or a red hair tie, or a pair of goggles. You need something that fits you. His eyes catch sight of a local jeweler’s stand, and the pirate begins sneakily steering you towards it while you happily munch on the remaining taiyaki.

Date Published: 2/28/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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[rorywritesjunk]

You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Somehow Buggy ended up with three cabin kids when he never expected to have any and now they're invading his bed.

Rating: PG

Warning: Mentions of child abuse. Kids got some trauma. Sunny is in this fic because tbh Cupcake isn't suited to for that motherly stuff. Yet. Also Buggy has knives. Kids have night terrors. Buggy calls the kids brats but it's affectionately in his own way.

A/N: A request from a lovely Anon who wanted Buggy with three cabin kids like the triplets from The Aristocats. It's been a bit since I saw that movie, did what I could from a wikipedia article on the movie and characters, and went from there. The kids names are ones I've always liked, there's no real significance to them, just had fun with them. To be honest, Sunny probably renamed the kiddos with the names they have now. It's a Sunny thing to do.

Title comes from "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence and the Machine.

“C-Captain?” 

Buggy pulled the blankets from over his head, glaring sleepily at the teary seven year old. Cedar, one of the cabin kids, stood beside the bed, hands behind his back, no doubt hiding the plush seagull Sunny purchased for him when they rescued him months ago. Poor kid looked ready to cry.

“What?” Buggy hissed. “Why aren't you in your bed, kid?”

Cedar looked towards the door and to the darkened hallway, a menacing passage he just came from, bravely making his way through and dodging scary creatures that may pop out of the shadows and snatch him away. He woke up to a scary sound, likely the ship moaning and creaking in the water, but he wasn't sure. Cabaji told the kids a bedtime story about sea beasts knocking into ships to eat the crew, and while they hadn’t seen any sea beasts yet, how could be sure there wasn’t one trying to eat them now?

“T-There was a noise…” Cedar mumbled, looking back at the captain. “A-And I got scared.”

Buggy sighed heavily and sat up in bed; Sunny stirred beside him, still asleep. Why was the kid waking Buggy up and not his wife? She handled this sort of thing, not him.

“Yea, well, pirates don’t get scared, kid.” Buggy grumbled. “What do you want me to do about the noise?” 

“I-I don’t-”

“What’s going on?” Sunny mumbled from her side of the bed as she sat up. “Who are you talking to, honey?”

“One of the brats woke up ‘cause of a noise.” Buggy told her. “That’s your thing, isn’t it?”

She shot him a sleepy glare before crawling over him to see who was awake. When she saw Cedar, looking close to tears, she ‘accidentally’ elbowed her husband in the ribs as she climbed over him to pull the kid in her arms. 

“Cabin kid or not, he’s still a kid.” She hissed at her husband before walking over to her side of the bed. Buggy’s jaw dropped, she was letting him sleep in their bed? Why? He had his own room, own blankets, own bed, why sleep in here? 

Sometimes his wife treated the cabin kids more like her own kids than crewmembers. That was not something Buggy was ever going to get used to. Sure, he was a cabin boy, he turned out fine even if he recognized the favoritism towards the other boy he grew up with, that Buggy would always be second best to Shanks if anything, but he was never coddled in the way his wife coddled the kids.

“If he sleeps in here one night, he’ll expect it every time!” Buggy told her. “He can sleep in his room!”

“You can sleep in his room if you're against this, honey.” Sunny shot back as she got Cedar comfortable in the middle of the bed, making sure he was tucked in with his plush seagull. Buggy sighed heavily and rubbed his face before shaking his head. “It’s just for the night, Buggy.”

“Fine, one night.” He muttered. The same thing he said a week ago when Cedar woke them both up because he had a nightmare, hearing noises on the ship again, sounds like heavy footsteps. He said his father had loud footsteps, which got louder when he was angry and looking for Cedar. He told Sunny in between sobs that he thought they were going to let him be taken away by his father to be hurt again. Buggy surprised Sunny the next day by showing Cedar that no bad guys could just walk onto the ship when they were in the middle of the sea, and that the crew would definitely stop any intruders before they could even reach the kids’ room. 

Cedar was the newest cabin kid, having been rescued by Buggy while Sunny was shopping for supplies. The pirate captain witnessed a man beating the boy in the street, something about not being able to do his chores right, and when Sunny stepped out of a shop, bags ladened with supplies and gifts for two of their current kids, she saw Buggy holding the boy up by the back of the shirt. She walked right back into the shop to get things for Cedar.

Buggy looked over at the two. Cedar was clinging to Sunny, already dozing off while his wife made herself comfortable. He sighed and settled himself back down, hoping to get to sleep soon.

Except that didn’t happen, because no sooner did he close his eyes he heard a scream from the kids’ room. He was up first, a hand grabbing his knives from on top of a shelf kept out of the reach of kids as he darted out of the room. It sounded like Rowan screaming, which meant Oak was likely awake too since the kids all shared a room. He ran down the hall, skidded to a stop in front of their room and threw the door open, knives ready to attack the intruder.

There was no intruder. Rowan was in her bed, sobbing loudly while Oak was trying to comfort her. Buggy looked around, making sure there was no one hiding in the shadows before his hand took the knives back to the room and he approached the kids.

“What the hell is going on?!” He demanded as Oak hugged the little girl, trying to comfort her. “You kids trying to keep me awake all night?!”

“I-I had a bad dream!” Rowan wailed. “I want M-Miss Sunny!”

Buggy rubbed his face. First Cedar, now Rowan. He looked at Oak.

“Are you fine to sleep in here on your own or do you need to sleep in our bed as well?” He asked, not bothering to hide the frustration in his voice. Oak shook his head as he let go of Rowan and went back to his own bed.

“I won’t have nightmares. I can sleep in here all by myself.” He told Buggy proudly as he crawled under his blankets, holding his own plush penguin to his chest. “Finally some peace and quiet!”

Buggy rolled his eyes and held his arms open for Rowan. She didn’t hesitate in jumping out of her bed and into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck while one hand clutched her plush duck. She wasn’t as sensitive of a kid as Cedar, but she also was a bit more affectionate, having no issues hugging Sunny or Buggy, wanting to be cuddled after a bad dream or if she didn’t feel well. She bonded with Sunny immediately when they rescued her from an abusive shop keeper, welts on her little arms, hands covered in burn marks, and her fingers all wrapped in bandages had Sunny taking the girl back to the ship while Buggy caused a distraction by stealing goods from the shop. Sunny introduced her to Oak who was relieved to have another kid on board, even if it was a girl (who promptly put him in a headlock and knocked him to the ground).

He took her back to the bedroom, grumbling about nightmares and how he didn’t sign up for this nonsense with these kids. Sunny was awake, talking to Cedar who had woken up from the scream. Buggy dropped Rowan onto the bed, the little girl giggling as the mattress bounced underneath her. Sunny pulled the blankets back and Rowan crawled underneath them next to Cedar, her small scarred hand reaching for Sunny’s. Buggy watched his wife take her hand, squeezing it gently as Cedar settled back down between them. 

“Everyone good now?” He asked grumpily as he got onto his side of the bed. “I really really want to get back to sleep.”

“Good night, Captain!” The kids said in unison. His hands went over to them, ruffling their hair before one stroked Sunny’s cheek lovingly. She grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it before letting it return to him.

“Good night, honey.” She chuckled softly as he looked over his shoulder to grin at her. He wasn’t a fan of not being able to cuddle his wife, but if having the brats sleep in his bed allowed him to get back to sleep, then fine, he could go a night without being in her arms.

The other three settled down, as did Buggy, but his eyes were only closed for ten minutes when he heard a noise at the doorway. He sat up, ready to grab his knives again, when he saw Oak standing there. Buggy rubbed his face. He didn’t have the energy or patience for this.

“What?!” He demanded, trying to keep his voice low to not disturb the others. “I thought you wanted the room to yourself!”

“I… just want to make sure everyone’s okay.” He whispered back, holding his stuffed penguin in his hands. Buggy stared at him for a moment, contemplating sending the boy back to his room, but he heard the other two let out happy little sighs, the rustling of blankets as they got comfortable, and Buggy climbed out of bed, pointing to the spot beside Rowan. 

“Get in.” Buggy sighed heavily, glad they only had three little headaches to deal with and no more. Oak didn’t waste any time crawling into bed and settling himself in. Sunny reached over the other two, stroking Oak’s hair as he looked over at her with a big smile. “Are we all done? Do we need anything, water, stories, a song? No? Good, because it’s way past your bedtime and I want to sleep.” He crawled back into bed and pointed to all three of them. “I am officially off duty as soon as I put my head down. Sunny is the one to wake up if you need anything, got it? Don’t bug me, you brats. I need to sleep.”

“Good night, Captain Buggy!” The three chirped in unison while Sunny chuckled. Buggy glared at his wife before turning himself over, his back to everyone as he laid his head back onto his pillow. He felt Oak pat him on the shoulder and Buggy sighed, turning his head around to look at him. The boy just patted him on the cheek before settling down for the night. Buggy managed not to roll his eyes before settling back down.

Oak was the first cabin kid, taken in by Sunny when she caught him trying to pickpocket her while she was out on another supply run. She was used to Buggy’s hands on her body that for a moment she thought that’s what was sliding into her pocket for her wallet, but when she grabbed Oak’s wrist and turned around, coming face-to-face with a scared six year old with a bruised and bloodied face, she decided right then that Buggy needed a cabin boy, no arguments to be had. And Buggy hadn’t been completely on board with the idea, but when the street gang leader who ‘employed’ Oak came to the ship looking for him, Buggy had no problem getting the crew to chase the guy off. 

Sure, the three were absolute headaches for Buggy even if they did their chores he assigned them with little fuss, and he would only admit to Sunny when he was drunk how much he adored the little brats, because he caught them a few weeks ago with his greasepaint , trying their best to mimic his look to show Buggy that they were very serious about being pirates on his crew. He… didn’t get mad, instead taking the time to help them with perfecting it. Sure, they made a mess of everything and Sunny had a heck of a time washing the greasepaint out of their clothes, but it was one of the few moments Buggy was proud to have the best cabin kids.  

Sunny made him swear to never have favorites with the kids, she wanted him to remember how he felt growing up with Shanks on the Oro Jackson, how he often felt left in the shadows of his friend, and why would he want any of their kids to feel that way? And Buggy tried not to, he gave them the same workload, fed them the same meals, and treated them all the same. He praised them when they did something great but also scolded them when they messed up. He was their Captain, not their father, even if he overheard the little headaches over breakfast one morning while he was helping Sunny plate everything that if they could choose a new dad it would definitely be Buggy cuz he was so nice to them and he was a nice captain too. 

He pretended to sneeze to cover up the sniffles he had when he heard that. Sunny just patted him on the arm and said nothing. 

[allbluedepths]

Started wondering about how Beckmann views/interacts with Mihawk post him stopping dueling Shanks and the fallout around that. Because while I think they'd at least have an neutral-to-mutual-respect relationship during Shanks and Mihawk's dueling years, I think things would be a bit different after that, with Beckmann being protective over Shanks' well-being once Shanks and Mihawk begin to be in real contact again.

(read more because this got a bit out of hand haha)

My personal headcanon is that Mihawk stopped coming around for a good while after they officially stopped dueling. Shanks understood that Mihawk was upset (though not fully why), but he still thought Mihawk would visit. So when he doesn’t… yeah, he doesn’t take it well. The majority of the crew never realizes something’s up, but Beckmann very much bears the brunt of it because the captain is his responsibility. So, once it becomes evident Mihawk may be reconnecting with his captain, Beckmann makes it abundantly clear that Mihawk does not get to waltz back in if he’s just going to leave again and send Shanks spiraling once more.

(Because it isn’t just Shanks spiraling; it’s Shanks fooling everyone else that he’s okay but falling apart in his cabin at night. And it’s Beckmann who’s dragging him out of whatever bottle he’s found and making sure he gets to bed instead of reminiscing and staring out over the waves for someone who won't return. Because Mihawk is the closest thing Shanks has had to a real relationship — and now, a real breakup — and it’s ugly, and awful, and while Mihawk is allowed to leave, Beckmann is the one that chose to stay and do his damndest to put Shanks back together.)

For the record, Beckmann doesn't think Shanks is innocent in all this; he's known him since he was a teenager, and he's incredibly aware of how poor of a communicator he can be. But in this case, Beckmann understands just why he'd give up so much for Luffy and is frustrated that it doesn't seem like Mihawk is even trying to understand. He knows he can't fully wrap his head around the importance of their duels and everything that their complicated, intertwined relationship is, but again, he's the one picking up the pieces here.

So no, Beckmann isn't going to say Mihawk shouldn't stay for a drink. But he is going to make it abundantly clear that his captain has lost enough people already in his life, over and over and over, and Shanks doesn't need yet another ghost to haunt him.

(Mihawk just nods and walks away, not out of disagreement, but because he isn't the type to hold words over actions. And he definitely needs to ruminate over what Beckmann said for a while because he never knew things got that bad. Beckmann and him might not be best friends, but he does respect Beckmann's place as Shanks' first mate and his duty to protect him.)

I do think things would slowly improve as Shanks and Mihawk repair their relationship, so this isn't a super angsty headcanon. But I would say there'd eventually be a sentiment of "you earned your second chance after all" versus "you defend him better than anyone else could" — though they'd never say it out loud or that directly, haha.

TL;DR I really love captain and first mate dynamics and how those interact with other relationships. : )

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Yandere Shanks Head cannons

I got carried away

SFW

Yandere Type: Manipulative and slightly overprotective (source)

You do not have to earn Shanks's attention, he'll see you from across the room (probably a bar) and he'll be infatuated with you.

He'll clamor for your attention and get you to join his crew.

Shanks will burn your house down and ruin your support system in order to get you on his crew.

Benn will get sent out to get info on you for Shanks to use to his advantage. From where you work (so he can get you fired), to the things to like (so he can shower you with gifts).

Your relationship will look completely normal to everyone. With Shanks as the loving and doting boyfriend, and with you, the lucky pampered significant other.

Even you won't be aware of Shanks's Yandere tendencies, because he's under handed about it. The only person is is aware of his tendencies is Benn, who usually helps Shanks with it.

Benn will gather information, lure people in, and remove bodies for Shanks.

Shanks often leaves you in Benn's care while he does something dangerous or important.

Shanks is the type of yandere, who will give you everything you want and ask for only your adoration and attention in return.

If someone hits on you, Shanks will find out one way or another. And heavens help whoever it was, because he will be having a conversation with them not long after.

Any push back that Shanks gets from the offending party will usually end with him killing them. If the person is a stranger, then he won't try to hide it much. But if it's a member of the crew, excluding his inner circle, then he'll be a bit more subtle about offing them.

After ruining your life, he'll play the role of savior, and offer you a spot on his crew.

The first few months on his ship, Shanks will spend getting to know you, and worming his way into your head to get buddy buddy with you.

The way Shanks will get you to go on a date with him as compensation for loosing a bet.

Shanks will go above and beyond on the first date, in order to get you to agree to a second one.

He'll make every date unique and special, so that way when he finally asks you to be his life partner, you won't say no.

If you don't have any skills applicable to sailing he'll assign you to assist any member of his inner circle that needs menial work done. So organizing Building Snake's maps, helping Lucky Roo in the Kitchen, helping Hongou drying and bottling herbs for the infirmary.

All while you get trained probably by Yassop to be a sniper, because he doesn't want you anywhere near the main battle. And trained by Building Snake to navigate.

He'll also get books on history, archaeology, and anything that would help you identify and appraise treasure.

Shanks will not be pleased if you try and leave him, even less so if you are success. It doesn't matter where you go, you could seek refuge from him at Marine HQ or Mariejoise, and he'll roll up to collect you.

Although chances of you running away are slim, because Shanks pretty much never lets you leave his side when the crew has made port.

When the crew has treasure to hunt, Shanks will make sure to teach you everything he knows bout it, so you can make contributions to the crew.

And after the hunt he lets you pick out a bunch of treasure for yourself.

You will be sharing his cabin with him, and his bed. He'll claim that it isn't safe for you to sleep with the crew, and that there isn't any room on his ship for you to have private quarters.

NSFW

At first Shanks will be very patient with you, he won't pressure you into anything you don't want.

He will be stealing your used underwear to keep it in his pocket, so he can smell it throughout the day as a little pick-me-up. And of course smelling it while fantasying about you as he jerks off.

Shanks will get very handsy with you when he's drunk. You can expect to be making out with him at the crew's parties within the first week of being in the crew. But he'll wait for you to be good and drunk before he pounces.

It won't be him wandering over and forcing you to kiss him. He'll butter you up first, he'll sit next to you and get you to talk about that thing you're really passionate about, and he'll slowly move closer and touch you more as you talk. Eventually Shanks will reach out and touch you in some small way, taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb against your palm, or if you have long hair, he'll grab a strand of it and rub it between his fingers. He'll move you closer, moving his hand on your shoulder and pulling you closer.

As you yammer, he'll take in every inch of your being as he only vaguely listens, caring little for your words. Your special interest only mattered to him because it was just hat, your interest and that it made you happy.

When your mind starts to drift from your words into the alluring sensation that his touch invokes, he'll plant a very soft peck on your knuckles, and prompt you to start talking again. He expects you to keep talking as his lets his lips skim your comparatively smooth skin, planting kisses on spots that he feel are rather intimate.

Shanks will only accept your silence, when his eyelashes feather against your jaw line as he is sucking a hickey into the flesh of your collarbone.

By the time Shanks's lips find their way to yours, you are usually pliant enough to let it happen. But kissing and light friendly petting is all that happens until you agree to officially be going out with him.

At which point Shanks won't wait for you to get drunk to start, and do more a lot faster.

The petting will get heavier, groping at your chest, and pawing at your hips. Shanks will also encourage you to start touching him, sinking your nails into his back, rubbing his chest, grabbing his fat ass, pulling on his hair.

The first couple of times the two of you have sex, Shanks will be gentle, and focus mainly on you.

But eventually once he gets you into bed with him, he'll ravage you so thoroughly that you have a hard time walking in the morning, and give you so much aftercare that you won't mind being confined to his bed for the day.

Shanks cannot stand when you won't sleep with him.

While he won't force himself on you, he will manipulate you into sleeping with him if he has to.

He'll usually be very good, and do everything you ask and more to get into your good graces. And if you still won't sleep with him, he'll act understanding but hurt, to guilt you into spreading your legs for him.

Shanks also gets jealous of even you touching yourself, that's his job. He will go to great lengths to make sure you don't get time alone enough to feel comfortable enough to be able to enjoy some self-care.

He will eat you out like a starving man.

In fact spending hours with his face between your thighs bringing you orgasm after orgasm, is his dream.

Would like you to treat his face like it was just any old chair.

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Shanks and Buggy should both be regressors because Shanks also feels like a mayoralty depressed little guy to me and if anyone has taken a number just as much as Buggy did from his days as a Roger pirate it’s him thanks for listening to my Ted talk.

No but srsly I can just imagine Shanks as having some extremely off days where he usually drinks himself into a stupor because yay bad coping mechanism, but what would actually do him some good is to feel taken care off again or to at least be with someone who „gets it“

Buggy would absolutely „get it“, even tough he also probably would be reluctant to even just watch after a regressed Shanks at first. Probably has an easier time when he’s also regressed and feeling just a bit older than Shanks and can take that responsibility („older“ is a broad term here since Shanks regression is mostly nonverbal and also muddled. He could be anywhere from 15 to 5 and sometimes he’s somehow both at the same time somehow). In that case he will go absolutely „annoyed but caring older brother“ mode on Shanks tough, who’d just follow him around like an oversized Puppy and mostly just watches him do stuff with curiosity. Rarely initiates anything play related, rarely talks and rarely asks for anything, but if Buggy snatches a knife out of his hand and berated him for using something so dangerous in his state, before cutting the apple Shanks was about to cut himself, he’ll just beam at him with happiness.

Oh and also, chews on everything. Chews on the cloth of his coat, chews on his fingers, chews on random piece of driftwood he found at the beach. Has probably more than once been catapulted out of his regressive state because he was chewing on a pen and then realized to his horror that „Oh fuck. I obliterated this thing.“ before looking at a befuddled Benn with blue ink all over his lips.

YESYESYES THIS THIS ENTIRELY THIS X100000000

Okay but on a absolutely dead serious note, I feel like Shanks regressing as well is absolutely within realm of possibilities. I feel like Buggy probably does it more... idk, visibly? Identifiably? Shanks usually passes as just "Oh it's just one of those moods" whereas Buggy hides away instinctively and struggles to let anyone in on that level of vulnerability because of how absolutely WACKED out his trust issues are.

Honestly, when it comes down to it, they both have this ingrained instinctive reaction to one another. Buggy is feeling too tiny in the face of the world? Shanks can't tell where his lines end and the world begins beneath the fluff and fuzz? Small things of each other are what brings comfort.

Buggy has a red blanket, his favorite blanket with eyelets and lacing, he adores it, the fiddling, the texture, the color, and he refuses to tell anyone or admit to himself that, half asleep, cuddling that blanket, the lacing pressed to his cheek, it isn't a tent around him, earth beneath him, it isn't on land where he's resting - it's on a boat, in a tiny storage room turned cabin, in a hammock or on the floor or in a familiar yet distant bed, far too big for a far larger man,, sea salt in the air and his Red under his snuggling might.

When Shanks is fuzzy and struggling to process input, struggling to offer output beyond the pressure in his teeth against whatever can soothe the urge, he is staring at the sea, he is looking at the shifting blue hues and remembering bright hair and brighter eyes that shifted just the same with the waves of emotion in a familiar little face. He is remembering a time when he would feel funny like this and a smaller, paler, scarred little hand would grab his and drag him away from whatever was going on, would gently smack a knife from his hand, would take over and complain with faux-anger in his high little voice as he mothered the redhead and blushed furiously when Shanks turned that warm-fuzzy-heated-happiness into a smile to give to him.

Even decades later, years apart, pieces of each other remain and offer comfort when needed the most.

Should the rifts between them ever mend, should a world exist where the rift is not there, or is not quite to jagged and jarring, they'd be each other's. They always have been and always will be, soulmates in any and ever way imaginable, a connection deeper than labels can define and beyond the spectrum that humans use.

They, to this day, would find safety and security with each other. Buggy's regression is still hypervigilant, perceptive and cerebral which offsets Shanks' body and brawn. They click in ways most can't fathom but simply Is and Was and Will Be.

The first time Shanks visits Karai Bari, Crocodile and Mihawk see it first hand. There is a time frame there, and initial setting of the stage. Buggy and Shanks fall into banter as easily as breathing, biting comments and affable laughter, but it's in the body language that the truth lies. It's how Buggy can lean into Shank's space, on the side of his missing arm, pass into that vulnerable spot and Shanks does not move away. He just smiles, easily, as if this isn't something he'd flinched away from not even three years ago when Mihawk himself passed that space. It's how Shanks reaches out easily and catches one of Buggy's flailing arms and the jester doesn't disconnect to keep moving, just squirms and complains loudly. It's how they easily meet eyes and millions of words are exchanged between two men with barely a thought.

It's then how later on in the night, as they are relaxing post dinner, Mihawk feels the pickling-flowering-gauzy sensation Buggy's Haki makes when he is teetering on headspaces, when he makes the decision to attempt a tasteful exit with his little clown in toe, and the swordsman watches as Buggy slips easily into Shanks's space, grabs his bottle of nameless drink, and drops it to the floor with a pout. "No," he demands, grabbing Shanks by the cheeks and bonking their heads together. "'S bad for you."

Mihawk expects many thing and yet nothing by way of reaction from his former rival. By the way Crocodile shifts his weight and hand minutely, he is preparing as well. Neither is ready for the little plume of strawberry-spiced-clouds by way of the other emperor's energy oozing from him as he laughs - it's nearly a giggle, nearly a snicker, and his hand comes up to tap-tap pause tap-tap on the freckled arm of his clown-faced captor.

Buggy just giggles, nodding. Shanks beams and doesn't hesitate, lunging. Mihawk is quick to grab Crocodile's shoulder, palm haki coated to be safe, watching on as he realizes suddenly that the two Emperors before him had so suddenly, so readily, become the two little Princes before him in complete confidence. There's an emotional component there, he knows, can feel it in his diaphragm, but that takes the back burner in lieu of the dawning realization from his sand man boyfriend at his hip, watching the children cling and laugh and push at each other.

Before a scaffold was built in a small east blue city some two decades ago, two boys were each other's in a way nobody could explain or replicate. It was a bond forged on survival, trauma, codependency, and dreams bigger than their little hearts even put together could weather. Despite the tlchanging tides and dawning eras and passing days-months-years between, they've never strayed far from that - front what they are, from who they are to each other. They've changed. But that's always the same.

And now, they have just a few more people on hand who are willing to ride the waves there at their sides in varying capacities.

Mihawk and Crocodile never expected to have two semi feral part time kids, but weirder things have happened.

They don't really mind rolling with those punches

[giurochedadomani]

For the Spotify Top 100 ficlet prompt: 55, One Piece, whatever you're feeling!

Por la boca vive el pez- Fito & Fitipaldis

(It's my absolute favourite rock ballad in the world, the singer is basically playing around with the popular saying 'por la boca muere el pez', meaning 'the fish dies because of its mouth', meaning 'liars usually rattle themselves out', and he's using that to say how he cannot live anymore while denying his feelings).

“I apologize”. 

Mihawk’s words throw Shanks out of a loop. He closes the door of his cabin, his other hand lightly squeezing Mihawk’s shoulder as he tries to search his face. The penumbra elongates the swordsman’s gesture, making him seem… sad? Embarrassed? In the lonely light of the only couple of candles lit up on Shanks’ desk. 

“...My behavior was unfitting”, Mihawk continues. Shanks blinks, a total loss of words. “I’ll understand if you—”. 

“What are you going on about?”, Shanks cuts him off, heart pounding in his chest as his mind automatically jumps to every single instance throughout the evening in which Mihawk has been uncharacteristically handsy. How Shanks moved Mihawk’s legs to let people use the stairs of the ship they were drinking on and Mihawk just kind of. Left his legs on Shanks’ lap. How he gently took Shanks’ hand and put it again on his knee, every time Shanks thought that he was getting tired of him idly running his fingers on it. 

Mihawk, ever so helpful, gives a non committal shrug. 

Shanks takes a breath. 

“Look”, he says, directing Mihawk to sit on his bed: “I took you out because you usually do not get this drunk, not because—”, he strips him of his coat, then kneels to take out his boots and hopes that not looking at him helps him say something that makes more or less sense, “they’ve done wilder shit— hey, I’ve done wilder shit, it’s just. You usually do not get this drunk”. 

Because that’s the thing. His mind keeps circling back to Mihawk touching him —to things like that little displeased noise he made every time Shanks moved his hand away— but the reality is that the swordsman has been pretty out of it throughout their entire meeting. Hell, he already seemed a little weirded out in the morning, when he’s shown up to their customary duel. 

He looks up at Mihawk’s somber face, and squeezes his thigh even though the other doesn’t look at him. 

“What’s going on?”. 

It cannot be the marines, and thinking about the possibility of a rival making Mihawk this sad makes Shanks internally laugh. That leaves the prospect of Mihawk being in this state by something Shanks adjacent, but he cannot think of anything the swordsman wouldn’t tell him upfront, Mihawk’s tongue being at times as sharp as Yoru. 

Well, nothing realistic, anyway. 

“At this point you’ve got to know that you can tell me about whatever’s going on, and that I won’t use it against you”, Shanks says, because it bears to be said, apparently. “Except if it’s about how you’re bad at fighting with knives. But I already know that”, he teases with a smile. 

Mihawk huffs, and it almost sounds like a snort, and if Shanks pays attention, he can almost see a corner of the swordsman’s lips pulling up. His chest feels warm. 

Warmer, still, when Mihawk’s eyes drop to his lips. 

He closes his mouth. His heart is beating out of rhythm, impossibly loud in his ears in the silence of the room. Half of Mihawk’s face is obscured, the light of the candles a tenuous glint on his golden iris, stuck on Shanks’ lips. Does Mihawk feel the warmth of his cheek, when he cups it? Does he blame it on the alcohol? 

The spell is broken when a wave makes Shanks’ tense position tip, hands scrambling for support on Mihawk’s thighs, straw hat tipped back and hanging on his back and—  he grabs the other’s hand without a second thought, pulling it back to his cheek where the swordsman left it first.   

“...This is okay”, Shanks mutters, because it apparently also needs to be said. It tips Mihawk’s surprise into something close to fondness, if Shanks is reading him well. 

The swordsman kisses his grin away.

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♡ 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊: 𝐅𝐮𝐧

where Renge gets to celebrate her birthday for the first time on the Oro Jackson

a/n: today's the day! @rogerpirateswk is here! i've been shaking in my boots to set all of this up and one goal of mine was to use this as an opportunity to write more OC content for myself. i'm so weak for soft found family interactions and this fic is just about this. and since Renge and I share a birthday today, it's only natural that the prompt 'song' gotta be birthday song (´⌣`ʃƪ)

word count: 1.5k

Even before she opened her eyes, Renge could smell that they had arrived at a winter island. There was something about the scent of snow in the air that made her skin crawl, her zoan nature rattling the bar of its cage to be let out and roam around freely. Renge grinned, exposing a pair of sharp teeth and kicked back the heavy covers.

Pressing her face against the small window of her cabin, her yellow eyes lightened up, pupils narrowed into two narrow slits from excitement over the sight of snow-covered mountains and a vast white landscape. She almost purred, her fluffy tail whipping from side to side. All was forgotten — even the fact that today was her first birthday on the Oro Jackson.

The only thing that drew her away from the window were the voices outside her door, whispering and giggling, someone trying to shush them (she knew exactly who that was) and then a loud knock. Renge’s heart jumped for a second. All her life, for as long as she could remember, she never had someone to celebrate her birthday with. But now… she has found a family.

“Door’s open!”

She sat down on the bed cross-legged, still wearing her pajamas—but so did her surprise visitors. Shanks and Buggy stumbled in first, holding up a silver tray with a birthday cake, topped with 21 lit candles. The tray wobbled dangerously from side to side and Rayleigh followed them on their heels, hands hovering over them to prevent them from causing a disaster if needed. He looked like he wasn’t fully awake yet, his hair still a mess and his glasses slightly askew, and Renge had a slight feeling the kids woke him up because they couldn’t be kept on the edge of their seats about the birthday surprise any longer.

Following behind them through the door was the captain himself, Roger, smiling as bright as he always did, also wearing flannel pajamas, his laughter bouncing from every wall. He was the first to strike up a birthday song, singing loud and flat but with so much love that Renge couldn’t help but smile. The kids joined in the song and even Rayleigh hummed a little, giving Renge an apologetic smile over the morning intrusion… but she didn’t mind at all.

She held her arms wide open and both Shanks and Buggy flinged themselves into them after Rayleigh was quick to grab the tray and set it down on the table.

“Happy birthday, mama!” ”We love you! I made the cake all by myself for you!” ”Liar! Shanks almost mixed salt with sugar!” ”And Buggy didn’t know how to crack eggs even though you taught us how!”

Renge chuckled and wrapped her arms tighter around both boys, pressing a kiss on top of their little heads. She still wasn’t used to them calling her ‘mama’, but also she didn’t mind at all. Within days those two had conquered her heart when she joined the crew a few months ago, and by now she had grown so fond of them, they might as well be her own kids.

While Shanks and Buggy kept up their bickering, Roger was the next in line and wrapped his big arms around all three of them, lifting them up with ease under Renge’s protests and laughter. He always did that and when he laughed, his whole body vibrated. It was almost as if he was purring as well.

“Happy birthday, little one. To many, many more.”

Roger let them down again and ruffled Renge’s hair, her fluffy ears twitching under his rough but loving touch. Usually she would bite him by now, but since today was a special day… she would hold back for a bit, still her tail twitched with temptation.

The last to give his wishes was Rayleigh, who simply gazed down at her on the bed, cupping her face with one hand, his thumb tracing slow circles on her cheek. Unconsciously Renge leaned in closer into his touch, closing her eyes in bliss. He leaned down and blew a kiss on her cheek before he whispered in her ear.

“Happy birthday, kitten.”

Renge blushed slightly and grinned from ear to ear, her skin burning up from where Rayleigh’s lips brushed her skin while hers formed a silent ‘Thank you’. At this point it must have been obvious for everyone that both Rayleigh and her crushed hard on each other, but neither dared to make the first move yet. It would still take a few more months and a little accident for them to confess their feelings… and until then, this was more than nice, too.

Craving her undivided attention, Buggy and Shanks teamed up and flung their small arms around her neck, making her bend down to them while their cheeks rubbed against hers. Renge snickered and picked both boys up, walking over to the table with them in her arms. Roger had taken a seat, his eyes twinkling a bit, unsure if it was from the excitement of having birthday cake for breakfast or seeing his little found family making the softest memories just now.

“You have to make a wish when you blow out the candles", Shanks explained calmly, looking up to Renge with big eyes. ”But you mustn't tell what you wished for until it comes true!”, Buggy chirped in as well, both taking their roles very seriously. Renge assumed that Rayleigh probably sat them down prior and told them that this was the first birthday ever she got to celebrate and might not be familiar with the traditions. She smiled and kissed the chubby cheeks of the kids, making them giggle.

“Both of you know so much! Just what would I do without you?”

Shanks and Buggy grinned from ear to ear, visibly pleased over the praise from their mama. Rayleigh leaned against the wall and watched the scene with a small smile on his lips.

A wish, huh?

It’s like all her wishes came true already when she joined the crew. They put an end to her unbearable loneliness. With them, Renge was able to learn what it meant to be loved and to love in return, may it be through longing gazes or a warm bowl of soup on the table. She finally had a place to call home, somewhere she could rest her tired bones and fall into warm arms, holding her until she dozed off into a deep slumber. They showed her how to dream, something she had long forgotten during those dark years.

It’s as if they put the stars back on the vast night sky for her again.

But if she was really allowed to have one more wish… Renge knew what to wish for. Her eyes wandered across the room, her soul soaking up the presence of those she loved the most. With them, her heart was safe, always. She blinked back the tears as the realization hit her and put on a brave smile, not wanting to start her first birthday with tears, even if they were happy ones. She took a deep breath and leaned down to the birthday cake.

When our journey comes to an end, I want to meet them again in the next life and sail under the same sun with them, waking up and falling asleep to their laughter, knowing they are alive and well and loved. It’s my only wish.

Renge blew out all the candles and for a second every inch of her body tingled with a strange sensation; as if the universe shook up all its stardust to let her know that her wish had been heard.

She leaned back, still holding the boys close so she could whisper something in their ears. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Rayleigh and Roger. The captain already got up from his seat, rolling up the sleeves of his pajamas as if he knew in a heartbeat just what those three were plotting.

“I must warn you, I’m the king of snowball fights. No one challenges me and won’t regret it afterwards.”

Rayleigh pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. It was still too early for him to manhandle an overly excited Roger who was about to break noses with the sheer power of his snowballs, a snow leopard zoan who would hunt everyone for sport as soon as her paws hit the snow and two boys who were about to enter an hour-long sugar rush from the way they devoured the cake in front of them. Still, he smiled, seeing all of their cheerful faces. After all, it was his idea to set course to a winter island to surprise Renge, knowing she always was the happiest when she could feel snow underneath her feet, her laughter still echoing in his ears at night.

“Let’s have breakfast first and then you can go out in the snow and play. And you gotta put on some coats and mittens or otherwise you’ll catch a cold again…”

No one fully listened to him, the other four already digging into the cake, all the sugar only hyping them up more while they nag each other over who is gonna build the biggest snow castle and how many men it will take to drag Renge back on board again, knowing she could play forever in the snow while everyone’s lips already turn blue, her zoan heart leaping in her chest with joy.

Renge looked up to Rayleigh, holding out her fork with a piece of cake for him to try. She gave him a warm smile, her eyes saying more than words ever could. His warm hand gently wraps around hers as he takes a bite, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Tastes like home, don’t you think?”

[thominho-incorrectquotes]

Bring Me Back To Life

This is my entry for Thominho Week 2022, Day 6 “We're a team”

Characters: Thomas x Minho

Rating: T

2418 words

Tags: Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Mental Health Issues, Self-Hatred,

Summary: Everyone knew there was something wrong with Thomas. They all blamed it on trauma, which was expected considering everything the boy had been through, and it wasn’t as if he was the only one in Paradise who had suffered from traumatic experiences. Everyone was struggling. But Thomas… Thomas was a special case.

Note: I am SO sorry for the wait! This fic was supposed to be published wayyyyy before that, but things happened. As some of you know, I'm currently looking for work, and the process is a bit tiring. I did a lot of translation tests and interviews. Still no job yet, so it has taken a bit of a toll on me. Also, I helped my dad at his work, I had to do some translations for my uncle, I went to see my family, got misgendered a lot since I'm not out to them, then someone in my extended family died, and he was someone really loved in my family, so emotions were high (and I'm an empath, so I felt everything ten times stronger), on top of having a huge writer block (and writing helps my mental health normaly). And then, I thought I was going to have my dream job, but turns out they can't hire me right now and so, my mental health wasn't in the best shape for the past few months. But this fic is finally done, thanks to @intheyellowandgreen who helped me believe in this fic again and who had the kindness to beta read it. Thank you so much again Fiz!

You can also read it on AO3

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Everyone knew there was something wrong with Thomas.

They all blamed it on trauma, which was expected considering everything the boy had been through, and it wasn’t as if he was the only one in Paradise who had suffered from traumatic experiences. Everyone was struggling.

But Thomas… Thomas was a special case.

He would space out. Often. He was stuck in his own mind, and nobody could do anything to pull him out of there. Nobody, except Minho.

The first time it happened, the younger one hadn’t been outside their tent for most of the day. No one was really bothered by it since the little community they had created was more than okay with sudden days off of work, but the dark-haired boy had been worried about his friend. He had gone back to their house and had found his best friend curled up on himself on his bed, looking into the void.

Minho didn’t have to ask to know what was going on in Thomas’ mind. He knew it was ugly.

And so, once again acting on instinct, he had crawled to him and pulled the boy to his chest. He had caressed the soft brown locks and the moles on Thomas' face until he felt tears on his friend’s cheeks.

They didn’t talk about it after. Bad days were bound to happen. They’d only been in Paradise for a week at that point; the traumatizing events they had been through were still too fresh in their mind.

But it continued.

One time, Thomas was helping Frypan prepare the food when he froze into place. It had worried his friend, who tried to speak to him, but he hadn’t responded even when the cook had pulled the knife from his hands.

Frypan had went to get Minho. Because Minho knew Thomas like no one else.

“Hey shank, what’s up?” the boy had said as soon as he stepped into the makeshift kitchen. Thomas was spacing out again, frozen in place. He was in his own mind.

“Tommyboy, come here,” Minho had said, wrapping his arms around his friend, softly stroking his back. “Come back to me, baby.”

Thomas seemed to respond to the contact, so Minho led him outside where they could sit in the grass without bothering anyone.

After a few caresses and soft words, the brown-haired boy had slowly came back to himself. The day went on after that.

But then, it happened again. Once when Thomas had been gathering stuff with Harriet, another when he was building a cabin with Gally, and even once when he was talking to Aris.

Although it had started to annoy everyone, they would never tell Thomas that.. It wasn’t as if they could do anything about it or that they blamed him; they all understood. But it was annoying how only Minho could bring him back; luckily, he was never far from his best friend. Still, sometimes he was, and dealing with a spacing out Thomas was hard on everyone. Looking everywhere for Minho every time was exhausting.

That’s why an angry-looking Gally stormed towards Minho after a few months of the same pattern. Their little community was more settled now; almost everyone had switched from tents to cabins. They were working on more updates, and Thomas was helping Gally today.

Minho didn’t have to guess why Gally was looking for him. Both boys barely spoke to each other – Minho couldn’t forget the shank had wanted to kill Thomas at some point – and the only time they did was because his best friend was in need.

He didn’t like the fuming face the boy was making.

“This has to stop!” the blond furiously said once he was close enough. “This is like the fifth time this week!”

“Gally, I swear if you give Thomas a hard time about this, I’m gonna-“

“Yeah, I know, you’re gonna rip my arms and legs off. I’ve heard that one before,” Gally interrupted him. He continued, his tone a bit calmer. “But I’m saying this, as a friend; this has to stop. Have you talked to him about it?”

Minho hesitated. “N-no, but…”

“Then do it! Figure out what’s going on!”

“How would I know what to do?” he retorted.

“Just make him talk about it okay? It might help, I don’t know. But right now, he’s just a nuisance.”

“Don’t you dare call Thomas a nuisance!” Minho was mad now. “I’m gonna beat your ass, you shuck-face.”

“Go take care of your boyfriend instead.”

“He’s not my boy-“

“Oh shuck, you haven’t confessed either?!” Gally gasped. “Go do that too, right now, you slinthead!

“Wh-“

“Oh, it was supposed to be a secret?”

Shuck. 

His crush on his best friend hadn’t been as discreet as he had hoped.

“Don’t make that face,” Gally said. “Now, come get Thomas, please.”

“Fine,” Minho replied. “But after that I’ll punch the klunk out of you. You’ll be even more disfigured than you are now.”

“Yeah, yeah...”

As expected, Thomas was spacing out. He wasn’t paralyzed like he sometimes was, but he was repeatedly sanding a piece of wood in the same place, his eyes staring into nothingness.

“Hey, baby,” Minho said softly while approaching his friend. He had found out that Thomas responded well to that pet name. “Why don’t you give me that.” He took everything Thomas had in his hands and put it down.

He then grabbed Thomas’ hands and led him towards a more isolated place. Thomas was still not there. Minho sat them both down and did everything that helped Thomas during those moments.

“See the sky? It’s so blue today, right?” he whispered in Thomas’ ear. He was holding him close, Thomas’ back pressed against his chest. “And can you hear the birds? They are so loud today. The sea is beautiful today too, we should go to the beach later.”

Thomas’ body shifted. He was starting to come back.

“We could take some seashells to decorate our new cabin, what do you think?” Minho continued. He had started to softly stroke his friend’s cheeks while rambling sweet nothings, just so that Thomas knew he was there with him, that they were safe.

After a few moments, Minho felt the body against his going soft and snuggling into the embrace more. Thomas was back.

“Hey shank,” he said, simply glad to have his friend back.

“Hey,” Thomas replied in a small voice.

They stayed silent. The brown-haired boy didn’t like to talk much after an episode. But he needed the comfort of his best friend’s arms. He rested his head against Minho’s chest and stared at the sky. It was indeed very blue today.

Minho’s mind was racing with thoughts. As much as he hated Gally, the shank was right. He had to talk to Thomas.

“Thomas?” he tried. The boy in his arms hummed in response. “You, um… This has happened quite a lot since we arrived in Paradise…”

At that, Thomas tried to wriggle away from Minho’s embrace.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he immediately comforted him. This was harder than he had planned.

“I know I’m a burden…” the smaller boy said, no longer trying to get away, but there was a distance between them.

“You’re not a burden Thomas. You’ll never be a burden,” Minho replied. “I just want to understand what’s happening in your head. I want to help you.”

“But why?”

“Because we’re a team. There’ll be no Minho without Thomas.”

That made Thomas smile, returning to his friend’s arms.

“I really like you, Min.”

“I like you too.”

“No, I mean… like…” Thomas hesitated. “Like… in a romantic way…”

Oh. 

“Me too.”

“What? Really?” Thomas was shocked. He turned to look at Minho with wide eyes.

“Yes, really.”

The biggest smile ever appeared on Thomas’ face before he dived in for a hug. Minho was pushed onto the ground, not expecting a whole body to tackle him.

“You don’t know how much that makes me happy,” Thomas said in the crook of Minho’s neck.

“You say that as if I’m not the happiest man alive right now,” Minho laughed.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Please, feel free to do so.”

Things were going well after that. Minho never, or rarely, left Thomas alone. It seemed to help the boy. And they were together. Not a lot changed in their relationship besides make-out sessions on the beach and making love in the privacy of their cabin. Their dynamic was already strong:they were best friends after all, and that’s why they worked.

But this new intimacy between them led Thomas to be even more vulnerable with Minho, and so, one day, he told him.

“It just… happens. I’ll have one thought about something I did, or something I regret, and then… it just doesn’t stop! And it gets darker and darker and I don’t know how to get out of my head.”

Minho looked at his boyfriend, feeling hopeless. He wanted to keep him safe. But how could he keep him safe from his own mind?

“But then I feel your presence and… All those negative thoughts stop spiraling,” Thomas continued. “Like, I still hate myself and I’m not saying you can stop that but… When you’re here, it’s like I remember there’s someone who cares for me. That I’m important to somebody. It helps… Even if it’s just for a moment, it helps…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it brings like a… small light of hope in this darkness, I guess,” Thomas pondered. “It pulls me out of the dark. You pull me out of the dark.”

Minho was speechless. Tears started to gather in his eyes, and he fought hard to not let them fall. He didn’t know that he meant so much to Thomas. Ever since Thomas had come out of the box back in the glade, Minho had known Thomas was special to him. And, they’ve obviously developed a strong bond, he just never realized how strong Thomas’ affections for him were before this moment. He realized that he had never truly believed someone could love him like that, even after dating Thomas for a few weeks. He knew Thomas liked him, but it was still surreal, even after all this time.

“I love you,” Minho said, not knowing what else to say to Thomas’ confession. Instead, he embraced his boyfriend and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips.Because he could and because he loved Thomas. “I love you so much.”

Thomas melted into his lover’s arms, and they cuddled until morning.

And the pattern continued. 

Thomas would sometimes space out and Minho would help him come back. He would sometimes kiss him, having asked his boyfriend beforehand if that was an okay thing to do… Other times, he would simply hold him and speak to him.

And they were doing well. It worked.

But by always helping his boyfriend, Minho forgot he could also have bad days.

It hit him full force one morning. Thomas had gone with Brenda to help her with something Minho didn’t hear his lover mentioning.

It was the first time in a while that Minho was alone. He had always put everyone’s feelings and mental health, especially Thomas’, before his own. He was always there for everyone. Reliable. Strong. A true leader.

That’s at least what he was trying to do.

He had tried to save everyone. He failed. He failed them. He was even failing Thomas right now. He was trying to help him, to save him from his own mind. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

Something ugly started growing inside of him. A black fire fueled by self-hatred and hopelessness. Minho didn’t know what to do with this feeling, with his body. The dark flames were growing stronger, and he screamed. Because it hurt too much. Because he shucking hated himself.

His hands grabbed a chair, and before he could stop himself, he flung it across the room. The wood cracked when it came in contact with the wall, but it didn’t stop Minho. Another chair followed with another scream scorching his vocal cords. Then he punched the table, kicked the bed, and then punched the table again. Destroying everything that was around him because he didn’t know what else to do. Because the pain inside him was stronger than him. Because he didn’t deserve all of this.

It stopped when two strong arms wrapped around his torso.

Thomas.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, my love. Everything is okay.”

Thomas’ soft words resonated inside Minho’s body, and the fire calmed down. It was still there, and Minho doubted it would ever go away. But at least it stopped burning everything on his path. For now.

Thomas continued to murmur softly in his ear, soothing Minho and making him surrender to his boyfriend’s embrace, this strength gone, only leaving him a whimpering mess in Thomas’ arms.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry…” he eventually said after a while, his throat hurting from all the screaming. The tears had stopped, and they were now wrapped around each other on the floor.

“What are you sorry about?” Thomas’ voice wasn’t judging or demanding. It was understanding and soothing.

“I broke everything…” Minho wanted to say so much more. He wanted to pour everything he was feeling into the world. But he didn’t have the words.

“It’s okay,” Thomas replied. “We can build a new table.”

“No but…”

“Hey, it’s okay Min. You’re allowed to have bad days too.”

No, he didn’t. He needed to be there for Thomas. Always.

“I can take care of you too,” Thomas continued as if reading Minho’s mind. “And I would feel bad if it was always me that’s being taken care of while we neglect your needs. I-I need to take care of you too.” He stopped to sniff and wiped a tear that had escaped his eye. Seeing his boyfriend cry was shocking to Minho. “Please let me take care of you, Minho,” he finally said, his voice still shaking with emotions..

Minho turned to face Thomas and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s for a soft but meaningful kiss. Thomas responded with a passion like never before and expressed millions of things in that simple act.

“I still don’t want you having to look out for me if you’re struggling too,” Minho said once they parted.

“You said it yourself, Min. We’re a team. We’re gonna go through everything together.”

[sahesha]

Hi! May I have a headcanon for Ace, Shanks, Doflamingo react to their s/o who sleeps naked/half naked at night? Can be NSFW if you like!!

Hi! Thanks for requesting, darling. It's an interesting concept indeed, so I'm glad to write it. Sorry for the delay!

For all: I'm sorry for disappearing. I don't feel very well because of my illness. Besides, it gets on my nerves, so I limit most contacts. For the same reason, I can't write long stories yet, so I apologize for it, too.

If anything, I asked the request's author what gender the reader is — and it's her.

UPD: With Shanks, it turned out more homely, family-like.

/// Ace, Shanks, Doflamingo — Reaction to a Female S/O who sleeps half-naked/naked /// slight NSFW

/// Ace ///

🔥 "Has you been waiting for me here?" Ace smiles, leaning his shoulder against the door jamb and crossing his arms over his chest. His posture is relaxed, even lazy, but in the depths of his black, belladonna-berries-like eyes lies a chatoyant shimmer of passion. He patently feels like he's in the right place and at the right time, although you didn't expect him to come to you. But you don't mind Ace being here at all. On the contrary, you want to feel his presence as deeply as possible.

🔥 You raise yourself on your elbows, showing him your naked back, then turn to him. Your breasts are open to his gaze, and he lingers his eyes on them. You almost feel how his mind glides over the outlines of your body. He can effortlessly guess where they hid by your blanket, and you know that's what exactly he does — it feels like wildfire licks you, not biting your naked skin but caressing.

🔥 "What if that's what exactly I was doing?" You feel how it gets wet between your hips. He stands a little apart, but it seems to you he's everywhere, even under your skin, and you still want more.

🔥 He approaches you with a smooth step like a nimble jaguar with fiery skin, continuing to examine you without a shadow of embarrassment, sits down on the edge of the bed, being face to face. Then he takes with his fingertips the blanket covering the lower half of your body and pulls it down, exposing you completely to his hungry, craving eyes.

🔥 "It means I'm going to fuck you, my spicy thing."

/// Shanks ///

☠️ You quietly go into Shanks' cabin, trying not to disturb his sleep, but he's awake. Despite his pale face and tightly wrapped torso, he looks as lively as always. "Hey. Have you come to nurse your noble knight, babe?" he playfully greets you with a big smile on his face. He reclines in his bed. His hair, vermilion like sunset skies over tropic seas, is tousled, and prickly stubble covers his cheeks and chin. You think he's yet handsome as hell.

☠️ "What kind of a noble knight are you?" you grumble, putting your hands on your hips. "You're too clueless for that. Got hurt again." In truth, you're happy to see him alive, but you try to hide it behind a feigned discontent. Shanks laughs loudly and infectiously. "Sorry-sorry, I didn't want you to worry, babe. It just happens with pirates, you know."

☠️ You can't help but smile back, although you hide it, and reply: "I want to stay here overnight to make sure you won't fall out of bed and fracture your silly head. Isn't it time for you to sleep already? And don't argue. You need a good sleep." You started undressing in front of him, intending to spend this night on a sofa opposite his bed.

☠️ "I thought you wanted me to fall asleep, but now I definitely won't do it." Hearing that, you realize you're topless — you've always gone to sleep half-naked. "Do you want me?" you ask him, turning to him and sitting on the sofa with your legs spread wide. "If I didn't want you, I would be dead," Shanks answers, looking straight at you.

☠️ "Consider it your medicine and your motivation to get well as soon as possible," you laugh.

/// Doflamingo ///

🦩 You wake up and sleepily stretch your arms across the bed, trying to find your lover, thinking he sleeps next to you. But your king-size bed is empty, excluding a twisted blanket and a bunch of air-soft pillows. You remember that Doflamingo sailed away to the World Council, and only then open your eyes. Suddenly, you hear loud claps in the complete silence, and your unfocused, sleepy gaze becomes clear.

🦩 "It was a gorgeous entrance," you see Doflamingo sitting in a velvet armchair opposite the bed. "So you got into the habit of sleeping naked? Great." He has a chic pair of binoculars as if he's in a theater box indeed. A lush bouquet of roses lays on his lap. You try to cover yourself with the blanket more from the suddenness of such a turn than being ashamed of your nakedness, but it slips right out of your fingers and flies away to Doflamingo, hooked by his invisible strings.

🦩 "We don't need this curtain," he smiles his trademark ear-to-ear smile. "It will only prevent me from enjoying the performance." The pillows, too, one by one, as if alive, slide off the bed and hide under it. "Oh, D-Doffy..." You realize that he returned much earlier than you expected.

🦩 "That's right: a great actress should know her lines as if she lives on stage, not acts." The same invisible strings entwine your wrists, waist, and ankles, making you spread out on silk sheets. You feel how your hand, not obeying your mind but his will, reaches down between your spread legs.

🦩 "Let's start the show," he licks his lips anticipatingly.

© Sahesha.

[myonepiece]

Can you do teenage Shanks crushing in you?

yesss i love teen shanks 😖 (and buggy ☺️)

teen shanks crushing on you

description: what teenage (13-14) shanks is like when he has a crush on you

a/n: shanks' and buggy's outfits when they were teens are so amazing- just had to say that :3 (and i said 13-14 because thats how old he is when you see teen shanks in the show)

*you're on roger's crew

-he tries to be a gentleman but sometimes you catch him acting otherwise, or he just forgets, it's adorable but he's kind of embarrassed whenever you see him acting "pirate"

-^ as in he hold doors open for you and offers his hand to help you down the borading plank and stairs (but he'll also just pick you up and carry you down)

-he always brings you a drink or (extra)food when the crew is eating/drinking and he'll always save you a seat or go to find you

-the two of you will often join buggy for meals but then buggy ends up third wheeling HARD and he leaves with a groan of disgust, but shanks doesn't even notice

-whenever the crew is teasing him about his crush on you he just throughs his arm over you shoulder and laughs along, he's not very embarrassed of it unless they say something like "oi _____! did you know shanks talks in his sleep?! guess wha-"

-sometimes when everyone is going to bed he'll peek into your cabin to check on you and say goodnight (unless of course you're sharing a cabin)

-he stares a good amount and when he does no one can snap him out of it unless they hit him, sometimes it's him staring from across the deck with his head resting on his hand, othertimes it's just him sitting somewhere a little ways away or even right next to you and he's just watching with a content smile

-he makes sure you're okay whenever you guys go off to explore an island, most of the time he tags along with you

-the two of you holding hands while you excitedly walk down the steets of a village looking at shops

-when you hug him he'll pick you up and sometimes spin you around, this is moslty when you haven't seen each other for a couple hours

-if you ever kiss his cheek his face turns bright red

-whenever he goes to stand next to you ot sit next to you he always throws his arm over your shoulders (may or may not have gotten that advice from gaban)

[amindofstone]

It´s the way....

a/n: Hello there. Guess what! Your author is actually alive!! Well somehow alive…. Right now with a huge uncomfortable feeling growing inside of her because she has acrophobia and will be flying on a vacation with her family right at the time of her exams. YEAHIIIII. And yes, while others will simply walk around with a cute tiny handbag or nothing beside their phones and passport, I will be walking around with a huge back because of my laptop and iPad on the airport. NICE!!! While everyone else will be enjoying the holyday I will be in the hotel crying because of exams. I love my life. But other than that I am doing good. I will be watching AOT on the plane after I managed to forget that there won´t be stable ground below my feet. But honestly I can´t wait to spend some good quality time with my family even if it´s not that long.

Anyways as a littly apology for not working on my list of imagines and match ups I made this little thing. I hope yall will like it. Happy reading my dear readers! <3

Genre: anime imagine?/scenario?/headcanon?

Characters: Shanks, Ace, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Luffy, Nami, Kid, Law, Robin, Sabo

Words: 769

Info: I apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I am still trying to improve in every aspect. Please have mercy on that. Thank you.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Ask me if this is shared or published in any other way or platform. Please respect me and my work. Translating my work is not allowed. Please respect my decision as the author. Picture is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. (Please tell me if you know who did it, so I can give full credits.) Thank you. !!!

· It´s the way Shanks knows when you don´t feel right and stands close to you with his arm loosely hanging around your shoulder. It´s the way he takes your hand and intertwines your hands when you dock on an island. It´s the way he always makes sure that you are aware of the fact that you are the only one for him.

· It´s the way Ace knows when to slow down and lay next to you for a deep 2 AM talk. It´s the way he not only treats you like his girlfriend but also his best friend and life companion.

· It´s the way Zoro always watches over you even when everything is perfectly fine. It´s the way he always has an eye on you so he can be there and help you carry the box of supplies the strawhats purchased even tho you are perfectly able to take care of it. It´s the way he treats you like a princess that shall be protected at all cost. It´s the way he always appears out of nowhere and fights your fights for you. And whenever you tell him that you are able to take care of yourself he would always reply with “I know that you can but there is no need for you to fight and get in trouble when you have me.”

· It´s the way Sanji knows what exactly you like to eat and what not. It´s the way he knows what ingredients you like in which dish and where not. He knows what you crave when it´s that time of the month again. It´s the way he taught you self-love and taught you to be brave. It´s the way he does not treat you like a princess but rather like a queen. It´s the way he can read your eyes and look straight into your soul.

· It´s the way Usopp knows how to keep you entertaint even in the most critical situations. Even when you feel absolutely horrible and are about to burst into tears. He knows how to make you feel better. No matter if it´s in a romantic or funny way. He understands your mental state. He understands you and your mind better than you do.

· It´s the way Luffy always looks for you and even screams your name from the top of his lungs out of excitement when they dock on a new island. It´s the way he always asks for your well being no matter what or where they are. It´s the way he always shares his food with you by giving you the first bite of whatever he is eating.

· It´s the way Nami shares childhood memories with you that show how much she appreciates and trusts you. She gives you little details about her hometown that let her eyes shimmer and her face glow with love. It´s the way she listens to you talk about your past without asking any question but rather only giving you the feeling of being heard and respected.

· It´s the way Kid always crafts you metal flowers whenever you two fight and end up not talking to each other for days. It´s the way he enters you cabin without a word or a knock on the door and leaves the metal flower on a table and leaves right after looking at your face for a second.

· It´s the way Law always searches for you whenever stress and exhaustion gets the best of him. It´s the way he enters your cabin and takes a seat at the end of your bed, silently waiting for you to allow him to put his head on your lap. It´s the way he snuggles on your tight and puts your hand on top of his head to show you that he wants you to go through his hair.

· It´s the way Robin always encourages you to talk about one of the last poems you read and analyzed. It´s the way she also reads the novels you read so she can talk with you about it. It´s the way she learns the things you are into so you don´t feel left out and alone.

· It´s the way Sabo always brings you little souvenirs after he finishes his missions and comes back. It´s the way he always makes you sit between his legs whenever you read another novel while he goes through some reports he has to take a look at. It´s the way he always laughs when he catches you being shocked when a character does something surprising or a plot twist occurs. It's the way he takes your hand in his and places a kiss on its back when you get sad over the death of one of your favourite characters.