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started workin on a feral luffy au comic, it’s based on the bit i already wrote for luffy’s reunion with ace and sabo
here’s 2 lil panel previews!!
More thoughts on this.
Luffy broke out on his own.
I loved your Ace kissed all over.
Can I get an Ace with wings please!
So we all know I love the seraphim/lunarians so I couldn’t help but think of a little au with this request. Let’s just add it to one of the many “Ace lives Aus” floating around the internet.
Honestly I haven’t even gotten to marineford yet but this Au will be my salvation for when I do.
Expect more of this au in the future!
Request info here
Goodmorning!!! Or afternoon! I have been loving your work, its delicious, its sweet, its ooey gooey intimate, Im addicted.
May I please submit a request and ask for one about Thatch, Shanks, Marco, and Ace (all separate) with an overworked lover whose too stubborn to relax and put their work down so they take matter into their own hands and tire her out with tickles and make her have a well deserved nap/stop her work?
If four characters is too much it could be the first three minus Ace (sorry Ace I love you)
Thank you 🙇🏽♀️💛💛
Ofc starlight, I saw that in your account you like Thatch, so I'm starting to think that I could just tag you in every Fanfiction i write for Thatch, in any case here you go enjoy starlight ✨
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘, 𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙
Thatch leaned against the doorframe, watching the way the lamp light cast shadows over your exhausted face. You had been at it for hours, ignoring the world, and unfortunately, ignoring him.
"Sweetheart," he called softly, pushing off the frame and walking over. He placed a large, warm hand on your shoulder, kneading the tense muscle gently. "You’ve been at this since dawn. The food is getting cold, and I’m getting lonely."
You sighed, leaning into his touch for just a second before pulling away to pick up your pen. "I know, Thatch. I just have this last section to finish. It’s due tomorrow."
"And it’ll be there in the morning," he countered, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur as he leaned down, his breath ghosting over your ear. "But right now, I need you. And more importantly, you need to rest. You're running on fumes, love."
"I'm almost done," you insisted, though your voice betrayed how tired you really were.
Thatch chuckled, a deep, warm sound that vibrated through your back. "No, you're done."
Suddenly, his hands were at your waist, lifting you effortlessly out of the chair. You gasped as he turned and sat on the bed, settling you firmly onto his lap so you couldn't escape.
"Thatch, put me down!" you laughed, struggling half-heartedly.
"Not until you admit defeat," he grinned, his eyes crinkling with mirth. He trapped your wrists against your chest with one hand while the other began to dance along your ribs. "Come on, give it up."
You burst into giggles, squirming against his chest as his fingers found their targets. "Thatch! No! Stop! That tickles!"
"I know," he laughed, pressing a kiss to your laughing mouth between your protests. "That's the point. I want to hear that beautiful laugh instead of you sighing over paperwork."
"I c-can't... breathe!" you gasped, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
"Good," he whispered, finally slowing his fingers but keeping you trapped in his embrace. He brushed a stray hair away from your face, his expression softening into something incredibly tender. "Then you have no choice but to stop working."
He shifted, laying you back against the pillows and curling up beside you, pulling the blanket over you both. He wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. "Just close your eyes for a minute, okay? I promise the world won't end if you sleep."
𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤
The sun was setting, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and purple, but you were stuck inside, hunched over a pile of documents. Shanks stood in the doorway, watching you with a mixture of adoration and frustration.
"You know," he drawled, stepping into the room and kicking the door shut behind him. "I spent all day looking forward to seeing you, and here you are, in love with paperwork instead of me."
You glanced up, offering him a tired smile. "I'm sorry, Shanks. I just need to get this done. I'll come find you later."
"Later is not good enough," he shook his head, his single eye darkening with determination. He walked over to your chair, spinning it around to face him. He braced his hands on the armrests, caging you in. "You look exhausted, love. You're stubborn, and you're overworking yourself. It’s driving me crazy."
You huffed, crossing your arms. "I'm not overworking. I'm just busy."
"Uh-huh," he smirked. "Well, I'm putting an end to it."
Before you could react, Shanks bent down and hoisted you up, throwing you unceremoniously over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Shanks! Put me down!" you shrieked, laughing as he stood up straight, his hand resting comfortably on your backside to keep you in place.
"Nope," he chuckled, striding across the room to the bed. "I tried asking nicely. Now I’m using brute force."
He dumped you onto the mattress, and you bounced slightly, breathless. Before you could scramble back up, Shanks crawled over you, his weight settling comfortably on top of you, caging you in with his arms.
"Shanks, seriously, I have work," you protested weakly, looking up into his handsome face.
"Do I look like I care?" he murmured, his face inches from yours. He reached down and began to tickle your sides mercilessly.
You immediately dissolved into laughter, trying to push his hands away, but he was too strong. "Shanks! Please! Stop!"
"Not until you say you're going to sleep," he grinned, his fingers digging into your ribs.
"Okay! Okay! I'll sleep! I'll sleep!" you gasped, your chest heaving.
"Good girl," he whispered. He stopped the tickling but didn't move off you. Instead, he settled down, pulling the blanket over both of you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, placing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss there.
"Just relax," he mumbled against your skin, his eyes already drifting shut. "I'm tired too. Let's just stay here. Together."
𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕠
Marco stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, his blue flames illuminating the dark office. You were rubbing your temples, a headache clearly forming behind your eyes.
"You’re pushing yourself too hard, yoi," Marco said, his voice calm but firm. "If you keep going like this, you're going to burn out. You need to stop."
"I can't, Marco," you sighed, not looking up from your desk. "There's too much to do."
Marco sighed, walking over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders from behind, his thumbs rubbing the tight knots in your neck. "You are the most important thing on this ship to me. Seeing you like this hurts me. Please, let me take care of you."
His words made your heart flutter, but the anxiety of the workload won out. "I know. I'm sorry. Just let me finish this one page."
"No," he said simply. He spun your chair around and before you could protest, he lifted you into his arms, bridal style.
"Marco!" you gasped, clutching his shirt.
"Quiet," he smiled, carrying you to the bed. He laid you down gently, his eyes searching yours with a look of such intense affection it made your breath hitch. "You're going to sleep. Even if I have to make you."
He climbed on top of you, straddling your legs to keep you in place. He leaned down, his face hovering inches from yours. "Do I need to tickle it out of you, or are you going to behave?"
"I'm not a child, Marco," you huffed, though you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips.
"No, you're my stubborn partner," he countered, his fingers suddenly digging into your hips.
You yelped, laughing as he found your most sensitive spots. "Marco! Okay! Stop! I give up!"
He laughed, a low, warm sound, and slowed his movements, his hands resting on your waist. He leaned down and kissed you softly, a slow, lingering kiss.
"Good," he murmured against your lips. "I love you, but you're exhausting when you're stubborn."
He shifted to lay beside you, pulling you into his chest so your head was resting over his heart. The steady thump-thump-thump was instantly soothing. "Just listen to my heart and sleep, yoi. I've got you."
𝔸𝕔𝕖
Ace was sprawled on your bed, throwing a ball up at the ceiling and catching it, bored out of his mind. He looked over at you, hunched over your desk, and pouted.
"Hey," he called out. "Hey! Ignoring me is rude, you know."
You sighed, turning around in your chair to face him, clearly irritated. "Ace, go play with Luffy, stop bothering me."
Ace froze, the ball dropping from his hand and hitting the floor with a thud. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his dark eyes narrowing playfully. "Play with Luffy? Why would I do that when I have you right here?"
"Because I'm busy," you snapped, turning back to your papers. "I don't have time to entertain you."
Ace grumbled, standing up and walking over to you. He spun your chair around and grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. His expression was serious, his dark eyes searching yours.
"You're important," he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "And I miss you. I hate seeing you so tired. It makes me want to burn the stupid papers."
He leaned in and kissed you, a sudden, heated press of lips that stole the air from your lungs. When he pulled back, you were dazed.
"Okay," he smirked, seeing your expression. "My turn."
He lifted you up, tossing you onto the bed and immediately pouncing on top of you. He straddled your hips, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
"Ace! No!" you giggled, anticipating what was coming.
"Say you're taking a break," he demanded, his free hand hovering over your stomach threateningly.
"No!" you laughed.
He attacked. His fingers were ruthless, dancing over your ribs and under your arms relentless, and you were squirming underneath him, gasping for air.
"Ace! Please! Stop!" you shrieked, tears of laughter streaming down your face. "I surrender! I surrender!"
He finally stopped, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. "Good. Because you're officially on break."
Without letting you up, he shifted his weight, collapsing down beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. He buried his face in your neck, his messy black hair tickling your cheek.
"Go play with Luffy indeed," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "I'm way more fun than my little brother."
You laughed softly, the fight draining out of you as exhaustion finally took over. "Yeah, yeah. You won."
"Darn right I won," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He tangled his legs with yours, effectively trapping you in a warm, freckled cocoon. "Now go to sleep, or I'll just have to tickle you again. And I won't stop next time."
You closed your eyes, feeling safe and warm in his arms, the work on your desk completely forgotten. "Love you, idiot," you mumbled.
"Love you too, stubborn," he murmured back, his breathing already evening out as he drifted off with you.

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Hellooooo, first of all I LOVE YOUR PAGE SO MUCH!!
so I was thinking if I could please request a shanks x reader scenario in which the reader is fem and is like a very strong person(physically, emotionally). And their personality is also very bold. (I was thinking somewhat like mereoleona from Black clover if you’ve seen her!) So imagine a scenario where the reader the reader is introduced to shanks/ red haired pirates during a battle/ place where it’s clear that the reader is very strong. And then shanks likes the readers resolve so he recruits them. Maybe she has a more tragic backstory surrounding the marines and relates to shanks? Sorry if this is outta place/ doesn’t make sense. Thank you so much!!
Red Hair, Wild Fire
shanks x fem!reader
words count: 2.0k
a/n: I honestly couldn't think of a more wow ending so please forgive me!!
tags: strong reader, first meeting, fluff, humor, comfort, sfw
shanks m.list || anime m.list || ao3 || ko-fi
Smoke fills the air. The ground is broken. Men are shouting. Crying. Running.
And you are laughing.
Hellooooo, first of all I LOVE YOUR PAGE SO MUCH!!
so I was thinking if I could please request a shanks x reader scenario in which the reader is fem and is like a very strong person(physically, emotionally). And their personality is also very bold. (I was thinking somewhat like mereoleona from Black clover if you’ve seen her!) So imagine a scenario where the reader the reader is introduced to shanks/ red haired pirates during a battle/ place where it’s clear that the reader is very strong. And then shanks likes the readers resolve so he recruits them. Maybe she has a more tragic backstory surrounding the marines and relates to shanks? Sorry if this is outta place/ doesn’t make sense. Thank you so much!!
Red Hair, Wild Fire
shanks x fem!reader
words count: 2.0k
a/n: I honestly couldn't think of a more wow ending so please forgive me!!
tags: strong reader, first meeting, fluff, humor, comfort, sfw
shanks m.list || anime m.list || ao3 || ko-fi
Smoke fills the air. The ground is broken. Men are shouting. Crying. Running.
And you are laughing.
Getting snapped and orders barked at...🐊🐉👑
Nami swan~ 🍊 ✨ 🦢

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Volleyball player Yuji Nishida accidentally hit a line judge. This is how he apologized.
Give Me the Moon
I couldn't decide if she looked better with blonde or black hair so I made both lol