You are not openly accusing Benn Beckman of orchestrating anything.
You are not pointing fingers or demanding answers or even narrowing your eyes in his direction.
You are simply sitting on the edge of the bunk with a brutal hangover, wearing a ring that perfectly matches the one on his hand, and trying to understand how your evening ended in what looks suspiciously like a legally binding commitment.
Meanwhile, Beckman is sitting across from you with a steady posture and a cup of coffee that somehow does not even steam. He looks rested, alert, and entirely in control. It is the kind of composure that makes your headache worse, because you strongly suspect he has been awake long enough to judge you for your current state.
You feel half-dead.
He looks like he just finished a morning jog.
And you are not accusing him of planning this outcome. Of course not. You are simply reviewing the facts.
Fact one: you have never once seen Benn Beckman drunk. Not tipsy or unsteady or loose with his words. Not even a little. He drinks with the precision of a man performing a delicate experiment.
Fact two: you have never seen Beckman unaware of anything. He is the type of man who hears a cork pop on the other side of the ship and immediately knows who opened it, why, and what emotional state they were in at the time.
Fact three: you both woke up with matching rings and he does not appear particularly bothered by this development.
You look at him, waiting for some sign of surprise or confusion or even mild concern. You get nothing. He takes another sip of coffee, sets the mug down, and says in a calm, steady voice, āIt seems we had quite a night.ā
You wait for the rest of the sentence. There is no rest of the sentence.
He does not explain, he does not apologize, he does not even blink at the situation.
He simply observes you with the same ease he uses when evaluating battle plans, as if waking up married is a mundane footnote in his morning routine.
You tell yourself you are not accusing him of anything. You are only observing patterns and making reasonable conclusions based on available evidence.
Because there is simply no version of reality where Benn Beckman, with his discipline, awareness, and absolute refusal to lose control, accidentally ends up in your bed wearing a ring that matches yours without having at least some idea of how it happened.
You are not saying he orchestrated it.
You are only noticing that he has made no move to remove his ring. And you are noticing that he has not asked you to remove yours either.
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You'd been deep in conversation with Beckman for the better part of an hour when your lover sidles up behind you, leaning into the sound of your voice. Shanks says nothing, doesn't interrupt, simply presses a lingering, tender kiss to the crook of your shoulder, the scrub of his beard warm and familiar as he settles in against your back to listen.
You hum contentedly and lean back against him, hand dropping to rest over his when he wraps it around your waist; Beckman responds to you, the gruff man betraying nothing of his reaction beyond the slight glimmering of warmth in his dark eyes--he'd never admit it outright, of course, but he dearly loves seeing his captain happy like this, loves that his friends have found such joy in each other.
Behind you, Shanks shifts, something light like laughter rumbling through his chest and against your back at something you said. You smile and nestle into him a little more tightly, that seed of contentment blossoming into something more steady and full when he squeezes you a little tighter in return. His chin shifts against your skin until you can feel the softness of his cheek resting further out against your shoulder. When you turn your head slightly to kiss his chin, Shanks sighs softly, almost dreamily, breathing the same contentment you feel out into the air between you.
Beckman, sensing the impending loss of his conversation partner for the evening, lights another cigarette, hiding the curve of a smile behind filter and flame as Shanks lifts his hand from your waist to tuck your hair back behind your ear. Affectionate, gentle.
"Everything alright, love?" You ask him softly, sweetly, turning to properly look at him at last, sinking into the endless deep of his warm, brown eyes.
Shanks smiles at you, wide and easy, and nods against your shoulder before turning his head slightly to press another kiss there.
"Just wanted to be able to see you while you're talkin', darling," he says earnestly, unabashedly, complete adoration etched across his beautiful features. He feels it when you blush, even before the heat rises to your cheeks, laughing as you grin; he watches the way your nose crinkles in giddy affection, commits to memory the little peek of your tongue between your teeth and the way your brows draw together just before a soft peal of laughter escapes you.
Beckman kicks his feet up on the table and leans back in his chair, exhaling a plume of smoke up at the sky to give you a moments privacy when you turn in Shanks' grasp to kiss him, to slide your palms against his cheek and into his hair, to really hold him for a moment the way he's always holding you.
The conversation dies then, for a time, but not unhappily so, the silence and warmth that ensues just as comfortable as the talking had been. When Shanks folds you in against his chest, mission accomplished and well pleased, the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear sings to you a familiar song.
Benn shushes your, running his calloused hands down your back. āDeep breaths. Practice with me,ā he murmurs softly. Your shot nerves soothe as Bennās chest expands. Your trembling begins to slow as Benn continues his deep slow breathing. āYouāre doing a good job,ā Benn praises you, his hands settling on the small of your back. You relax into his bare chest. āThank you,ā you murmur, āSorry to wake you.ā Benn takes a long moment, āDonāt apologize honey,ā he finally says, āIām happy to wake up if that means I get to see your face.ā
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Law jerks up right, his mind making the transition between the sleeping and waking world. His hands grope your side of the bed and Law frowns as he finds it empty. He quickly gets to his feet, calling out for you. The light from the hall bathroom makes him squint. Law knocks on the door, softly calling out your name. After a brief pause, you open the bathroom door. āYou okay?ā He asks, his eyes scanning your face. āYeah, I just didnāt want to wake you up,ā you say rubbing your eyes, āI just had a bad dream.ā Lawās nose twitches, before he mirrors you by rubbing his own eyes. āYou can just wake me up next time,ā he grumbles, taking your hand. Law tugs you down the hall back to your bedroom. He doesnāt let you protest before cuddling you into his chest. āThatās better,ā he murmurs, closing his eyes, āWant to talk about it?ā
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Shanks presses sloppy kisses over your neck. His arm rests on your hip as he murmurs sweet nothings against your skin. āNothing bad is gonna happen to me,ā he reassures, āIād never leave you to deal with these knuckleheads all by yourself.ā You sniffle softly leaning into him. āPromise?ā You ask in a painfully meek voice. āOf course,ā Shanks says without hesitation, āBelieve me baby, itād take a hell of a lot more than a few admirals to take me down.ā You sigh, as Shanksā hand rubs your hips with his thumb.
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We all know Luffy doesn't care about standard physical attraction (he barely blinked at Hancock), but your beauty is completely different. Itās an ethereal, magnetic aura that radiates pure warmth, and Luffy is drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
He doesn't get flustered or blush. Instead, he just stares at you with wide, honest eyes, completely fascinated by how "shiny" and pretty you look.
He loves being right next to you, often tugging on your sleeve or wrapping an arm around your waist to drag you along on his adventures. He likes showing you off to everyone they meet on new islands.
If anyone else tries to stare at you for too long or starts crowding around you because of your looks, Luffy will casually step in front of you, stretching his arms out with a fierce, protective grin.
"Hey! Stop staring at my crewmate like that! Go find your own treasure, they're staying with me!"
RORONOA ZORO
Zoro prides himself on being unaffected by women, but the first time he actually looked at you, his brain completely short-circuited. He looked away so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.
He gets incredibly stoic and quiet around you, but his ears turn bright red. If you sit next to him while he's training or napping, his grip on his swords tightens and he suddenly forgets how to breathe normally.
Because your beauty surpasses even the Pirate Empress, you constantly attract dangerous attention from random pirates and Marines. Zoro hates this. He will silently anchor himself by your side whenever the crew drops land, his hand resting menacingly on Wado Ichimonji.
If you smile at him or compliment him, he will pull his green haramaki over his face or look off into the distance, grumbling under his breath to hide his massive blush.
"Tsk... stop looking at me with those eyes. I've got training to do... but stay close to me while we're on this island. People here are trouble."
VINSMOKE SANJI
Emergency services are needed on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji didn't just faint; he practically ascended to another dimension the moment he laid eyes on you. Hancock and Shirahoshi who? He literally forgot they even existed.
His usual noodle-dance and heart-eyes go into absolute overdrive. He treats you like a delicate, celestial goddess who descended from the heavens just to bless his kitchen.
Your meals are no longer just foodāthey are Michelin-star culinary art pieces decorated with hand-carved vegetable roses and edible gold flakes. He will practically crawl on his knees just to hand you your morning coffee.
If anyone so much as breathes the same air as you with disrespectful intentions, Sanjiās leg bursts into Diablo Jambe flames in a microsecond. He becomes an absolute demon of protection.
"~~~~! My beautiful, radiant angel! Please tell me your eyes are shining like diamonds just for me! Let me cook you everything in the sea!"
SHANKS
Shanks is used to seeing beautiful things on his voyages, but your beauty completely stunned him. The first time he saw you, he actually choked on his sake and spent a full minute coughing while his crew laughed at him.
He is incredibly proud to have you by his side and loves showing you off. At every single island party, he will pull you into the center of the room, grinning from ear to ear while bragging about how stunning his favorite person is.
Despite his goofy, laid-back nature, his Emperor aura flares up instantly if anyone gets too aggressive or disrespectful toward you. He doesn't even need to draw his sword; a single, warning glance from his sharp eyes is enough to make an entire tavern freeze.
He loves using his straw hat to playfully cover your face when other pirate crews are staring too hard, laughing loudly as he pulls you flush against his side to stake his claim.
"Let them stare all they want, love! They can look, but they'll never find a treasure as breathtaking as the one right here next to me."
BENN BECKMAN
Benn is the most grounded, unflappable man on the sea, but your ethereal beauty managed to throw him completely off balance. The very first time you smiled directly at him, he accidentally dropped his lit cigarette right onto his own lap.
He handles his attraction with quiet, smooth maturity. He won't do a frantic double-take like the rest of the crew, but his dark eyes will follow your every move across the deck of the Red Force, filled with a quiet, intense fondness.
Because your looks naturally cause chaos wherever you drop anchor, Benn effortlessly steps into the role of your personal guardian. He will lean against his rifle just a step behind you, his towering, scar-faced presence keeping every groveling admirer at a safe distance.
He shows his affection through quiet gesturesāsubtly shielding you from the harsh ocean wind, handing you a jacket, or guiding you through rough crowds by gently resting his large, warm hand on the small of your back.
"Youāre causing a riot on the docks just by standing there, sweetheart. Come inside the cabin before the captain loses his mind trying to fight off half the Grand Line for you."
MARCO
Marco has seen it all, but your beauty genuinely took his breath away. The first time he saw you walking across the Moby Dick, his sleepy eyes flew wide open, and his wings instinctively flared out in a burst of bright blue phoenix flames out of pure shock.
The crew wastes no time teasing him because the usually calm, sarcastic First Division Commander gets remarkably flustered around you. Heāll scratch the back of his neck, his face dusting with a heavy pink blush whenever you lean in close to talk to him.
He becomes immensely protective, treating you like the most precious treasure on the ship. If the younger crewmates or division commanders get a little too rowdy or competitive trying to win your attention, Marco will swiftly swoop in and kick them overboard.
He loves flying you up to the crow's nest or the very top of the shipās mast just so the two of you can enjoy the sunset in peace, away from the hundreds of staring eyes down on the deck.
"You're entirely too beautiful for your own good, yoi. Stay close to me todayāPopās sons are loud enough as it is, and they don't need you giving them any more heart attacks."
PORTGAS D. ACE
Ace completely lost his ability to function the moment he laid eyes on you. He froze mid-sentence, his face turning as red as his fire, and he literally fell asleep for a split second from pure brain overload (narcolepsy timing at its absolute finest).
He is incredibly loud, passionate, and energetic about his affection. He will constantly bring you beautiful seashells from random islands, rare jewelry he plundered, or exotic flowers, presenting them to you with a huge, beaming, freckled grin.
If anyone dares to look at you with improper intentions, Aceās protective instincts catch fire immediately. His shoulders will literally burst into flames, and heāll stomp over to stand right in front of you, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
He gets easily flustered if you compliment him back or touch his hand. Heāll pull his orange hat down over his eyes to hide his blushing face, stuttering over his words while Thatch and Haruta laugh hysterically in the background.
"A-Ah... you think I look cool? Thanks! But man, you shouldn't smile like that out in the open... my heart seriously can't take it!"
IZOU
As someone who embodies elegance, grace, and traditional beauty, Izou is a connoisseur of aestheticsāyet your presence completely captivated him. He thinks your beauty transcends anything he has ever seen in Wano or the rest of the world.
He takes immense pleasure in pampering you. He loves brushing your hair, helping you select exquisite fabrics for your clothes, and teaching you the finest arts, treating you with a level of gentle reverence that makes you feel like royalty.
Izouās protectiveness is quiet, sharp, and absolutely lethal. He doesn't need to yell; if a pirate looks at you disrespectfully, Izou will casually draw one of his flintlock pistols, resting the cold barrel right against the offender's temple with a freezing smile.
He loves walking arm-in-arm with you along the deck. He finds a deep sense of pride in knowing that the most breathtaking soul on the sea chooses to stand gracefully by his side.
"They stare because they have never seen true perfection before, my dear. Hold your head high, and let them lookāthey could live a thousand lifetimes and never be worthy of you."
THATCH
Thatch is naturally a smooth talker and a flirt, but your jaw-dropping beauty completely shattered his confidence the first time you met. He went to give you his signature wink, missed entirely, and accidentally blinked with both eyes while stumbling over a crate.
Once he recovered, he dedicated his entire life to making you happy. His kitchen became your personal paradise; he will spend hours crafting the most visually stunning, delicious pastries and desserts just to see the beautiful way your eyes light up.
He uses comedy to cope with how flustered you make him. Heāll dramatically place a hand over his heart and lean against the kitchen counter, whining about how your radiant smile is giving him a medical emergency.
Despite the jokes, he is incredibly attentive. If he notices people crowding around you or making you uncomfortable on a crowded island, he will seamlessly step in, sling a protective arm around your waist, and navigate you safely back to the ship.
āIāve cooked for thousands of people, but looking at you makes me forget how to boil water. Seriously, tell me your secretāhow are you this beautiful every single morning?ā
CHARLOTTE KATAKURI
Katakuriās Advanced Observation Haki actually backfired on him when he first met you. He saw your face a few seconds before you entered the room, and his future-vision was so utterly blindingly beautiful that he froze in place, completely stunned by the vision before it even happened.
Because he is extremely self-conscious about his own mouth, your flawless, legendary beauty makes him feel intense inner turmoil. However, when you look at him with genuine admiration and affection, his fiercely protective walls completely melt away.
He becomes an immovable, towering fortress around you. If any of his siblings or Big Momās subordinates stare at you with malicious envy or improper thoughts, Katakuri will drop his scarf slightly to give them a terrifying, blood-chilling glare that clears the entire courtyard.
He shows his affection through silent, grand gestures. He will use his Mochi powers to subtly craft beautiful, sweet shapes for you, or wrap his massive, warm arm around your form to shield you from the harsh climate of Totto Land.
"My future showed me many things, but it never warned me that someone as breathtaking as you would enter my life. Stay behind me... no one will dare look at you disrespectfully while I am here."
ROB LUCCI
Lucci prides himself on being a cold, emotionless killing machine for CP0, but your ethereal beauty completely disrupted his absolute focus. The first time you walked into his line of sight, his dark eyes widened, and he stopped petting Hattori entirely out of pure, silent shock.
He refuses to do a pathetic double-take like other men, but his possessiveness spikes to an incredibly dangerous level. His intense, feline gaze will follow you everywhere you go, his body coiled tight and ready to strike anyone who gets too close to what he considers his.
Because your looks cause absolute chaos and draw crowds in every city, Lucci treats it as a high-security threat. He will walk a single pace ahead of you, his dark suit immaculate, his hand resting on his hip while radiating a lethal aura that screams touch them and die.
Hattori the pigeon is absolutely obsessed with you. The bird will completely abandon Lucciās shoulder to flutter over to you, nuzzling against your cheek because your gentle, radiant beauty makes you look like an angel.
"Your presence makes it entirely impossible to conduct a quiet mission. Stay close to my side and do not wander off... the world is full of fools who do not know their place around something so precious."
SHAMROCK FIGARLAND
As a Holy Knight used to the pristine luxury of Mary Geoise, Shamrock has seen the most refined things the world has to offerāyet your beauty made him freeze. He completely lost his aristocratic composure for a split second, his jaw tightening as he stared at you.
He treats you with a level of elite, high-class reverence that borders on worship. He takes immense pride in presenting you with the absolute finest gowns, jewels, and luxuries, believing that only the most perfect items in existence belong on your skin.
His protectiveness is quiet, sharp, and dripping with aristocratic arrogance. If a common pirate or Marine looks at you with anything less than absolute respect, Shamrock will draw his blade just an inch out of its scabbard, the cold gleam of the steel forcing the room to drop to sub-zero temperatures.
He loves offering you his arm, guiding you through grand halls or across the deck of his ship with an elegant, possessive air, thoroughly enjoying the way every single eye in the room is locked onto the stunning masterpiece by his side.
"Let the masses stare until their eyes burn. They are looking at a divinity they can never hope to touch. You belong in the highest heavens, right here beside me."
SABO
Sabo is a smooth, capable leader, but your mind-blowing beauty completely broke his brain. When you first smiled at him, he went to adjust his top hat, completely missed his head, and dropped it into the dirt while his face flushed a violent, deep crimson.
He gets incredibly flustered and easily teased by Koala and Hack because his eyes constantly wander back to you with a soft, completely captivated daze. Heāll stutter over his words, nervously scratching his cheek whenever you lean in to look at a map with him.
Despite his nerves, his position as Chief of Staff means he knows how to handle a crowd. If people start swarming you on a Revolutionary mission because of your looks, Sabo will smoothly slide between you and the crowd, his pipe resting on his shoulder with a bright, warning grin.
He loves treating you to little things, like grabbing your favorite street food on a hidden island or holding your hand to steady you over rocky terrain, his grip warm and lingering just a little bit longer than necessary.
"Ah! Sorry, I lost my train of thought for a second... you're just really beautiful today. Actually, you're always beautiful, but... wow. Let's get out of this crowd so I can actually breathe."
KUZAN
"Arara..." Kuzanās lazy, laid-back exterior cracked wide open the second he saw you. He pulled his sleeping mask up, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared, and he accidentally froze the entire patch of ocean beneath his bicycle out of sheer, unadulterated shock.
He handles his attraction with a lazy, deeply charming sort of smirk, though his cheeks will dust with a faint pink. He loves slouching next to you, using his immense height to lean over and whisper smooth, slow compliments that make your heart skip.
Because your beauty causes a scene wherever you go, Kuzan uses it as the perfect excuse to be lazy. He will casually construct a beautiful, shimmering ice wall behind the two of you to block out the rest of the world so you can talk in peace.
He is incredibly attentive in his own quiet way. If the sun is beating down too harshly on your skin, he will create a gentle, cool breeze around you or craft a small ice flower for you to hold so you stay perfectly comfortable.
"My, my... you are entirely too dangerous for my peace of mind. Standing next to you is making me feel things that a lazy guy like me shouldn't be dealing with. Mind if I stay right here?"
BORSALINO
"My, my... how frighteningly beautiful~" Borsalinoās signature slow drawl dragged out even longer when he first saw you. His eyes widened behind his yellow sunglasses, and he actually stopped mid-stride, completely dazzled by your radiant presence.
He handles his attraction with an amused, lazy grin, but he will constantly use his Glint-Glint powers to create little sparkles of light around you. He jokes that your beauty is the only thing on the sea that shines brighter than his own laser beams.
Because your looks cause absolute chaos on Marine bases, Borsalino uses his extreme speed to your advantage. The moment a crowd of lower-ranking Marines or pirates starts gathering to gawk at you, he will materialize right in front of you in a flash of light, blockading them with his massive frame.
He loves leaning down from his immense height, hands lazily in his pockets, teasing you just to see the pretty way you blush. Heāll look at the crowd of groveling admirers and give them a slow, mocking wave, completely enjoying the fact that you are standing with him.
"You really shouldn't walk around the New World looking like a goddess~ It makes my job so terribly difficult when every pirate we encounter forgets how to fight the moment they look at you."
SMOKER
Smoker looks like a rough, untouchable Marine, but your legendary beauty completely shattered his gruff exterior. The first time you walked past him on the docks of Loguetown, he inhaled so sharply out of pure shock that he choked on his own cigar smoke, coughing violently while Tashigi looked on in confusion.
He gets incredibly flustered but tries to mask it behind a harsh, grumpy scowl. His entire face and ears will turn bright red whenever you look directly into his eyes or stand too close to him, making him cross his arms tightly to hide how tense he gets.
He becomes intensely protective and territorial. If any bounty hunters, pirates, or even his own G-5 Marines stare at you with inappropriate thoughts, Smoker will unleash his smoke powers to create a dense fog around you, completely hiding you from their sight while barking a furious threat.
He shows his affection through rough but deeply caring actionsāgrumpily handing you his heavy Marine coat when the sea air gets chilly, or clearing a path through a crowded marketplace so you don't get bumped into by the rowdy locals.
"Hey, keep your eyes on the ground and stay right behind me. This island is full of scum, and I'll damn well arrest anyone who looks at you like you're some kind of prize to be won."
KING
King is entirely silent, brooding, and hidden behind a black leather mask, but your breathtaking beauty pierced right through his cold exterior. When he first beheld you, his massive, dark feathered wings instinctively twitched, and the fire burning on his back flared up in a sudden, intense burst of pure shock.
As a Lunarian who has known nothing but persecution, your gentle, ethereal beauty is a stark contrast to the violent world of the Beast Pirates. He views you as something sacred, treating your presence with a silent, heavy reverence that borders on protective worship.
His possessiveness is absolute and terrifying. He doesn't say a word to those who stare; instead, he will simply step in front of you, unfolding his massive black wings to completely shield your body from view while radiating an aura of pure death that forces everyone to look away in fear.
He shows his affection through silent, majestic gesturesāusing his immense height to block the harsh sun from your face, or gently nudging you toward a safer spot on the ship with the soft tips of his feathers, making sure you feel entirely secure.
"The world outside is cruel and unworthy of seeing your face. Stay within my shadow... no one will ever dare to lay a finger on you as long as my flames burn."
TRAFALGAR LAW
Law prides himself on being a cold, calculating doctor, but your mind-blowing beauty completely broke his clinical composure. The first time he saw you step onto the Polar Tang, his golden eyes went wide, his grip on his Kikoku sword tightened, and his heart rate spiked so fast he could hear it echoing in his own ears.
He gets incredibly stoic and pulls his fuzzy hat down to hide the dark blush spreading across his cheeks. He handles his attraction by treating you with an intense, quiet focus, his deep voice dropping to an even lower, velvety register whenever he speaks directly to you.
Because your looks cause a total riot wherever you drop anchor, Law treats you like a high-priority patient. He will anchor himself tightly by your side on every island, his hand resting menacingly on his sword, giving a lethal, icy glare to anyone who dares to crowd your personal space.
He loves finding excuses to check your pulse or hold your hand under the guise of "medical checkups," his thumb gently stroking your skin while he secretly enjoys the quiet peace of having the most beautiful soul on the sea all to himself.
"You're a walking hazard to my focus. I've survived battles against Emperors, but one smile from you threatens to give me a stroke. Just... stay in the submarine cabin with me where it's safe."
DOFLAMINGO
Doflamingo is a man who loves luxury and beautiful things, but your celestial beauty completely captivated his twisted mind. The first time he saw you, his dramatic laugh ("Fuffuffuffu!") died completely in his throat, and he slowly tilted his pink sunglasses down to look at you with wide, mesmerized eyes.
He handles his attraction with immense, arrogant pride and toxic possessiveness. He treats you like the ultimate crown jewel of his collection, draped in the finest silks and jewels of Dressrosa, and he loves flaunting you to the world as proof of his absolute power.
If anyone else dares to look at you with anything less than absolute fear and respect, Doflamingoās veins will pop on his forehead. He will attach his invisible parasite strings to the offender in a microsecond, forcing them to grovel in the dirt or fight their own allies for daring to look at his treasure.
He loves pulling you onto his lap on his grand throne, wrapping his massive pink feather coat completely around your shoulders to isolate you from the rest of the world, smirking down at you with a deep, dangerous purr.
"Look at them groveling at your feet, my beautiful angel... They know you belong to a king. You are the only treasure in this pathetic world that is truly worthy of sitting on my throne beside me."
DRACULE MIHAWK
Mihawk is the most composed, unbothered man on the sea, but your ethereal beauty managed to throw him completely off balance. When you first walked into his grand, quiet castle on Kuraigana Island, he stopped mid-pour of his red wine, his sharp, hawk-like eyes widening in pure, silent captivation.
He refuses to show a vulgar display of emotion, but his intense gaze will lock onto you with absolute permanence. He finds himself entirely unable to look away from you, his stoic face softening into a rare, incredibly handsome expression whenever you enter the room.
Because he values peace above all else, the fact that your beauty draws chaos is a test of his patience. However, instead of being annoyed, he takes it upon himself to protect your quiet. He will sit on the deck of his small black boat with you, his massive Black Blade Yoru resting visibly beside him, a silent warning that keeps the entire ocean at bay.
He shows his affection through refined, quiet intimacyāinviting you to sit with him in his grand dining hall, brewing a perfect cup of tea for you, and listening to your voice with a level of undivided attention that he grants to absolutely no one else in the world.
"A blade can cut through anything on this sea, yet your gaze is the only thing that has ever managed to disarm me. Sit with me... let the rest of the world rage outside while we enjoy this peace."
Shanks and his crew basically lived at Foosha Village for nearly a year. Like, Hello???
Donāt imagine little Luffy begging to have a sleepover at their ship every night. Donāt imagine Yasopp seeing Usopp in Luffy. Donāt imagine Benn taking Luffy to the marked so Shanks can have 10 minutes for himself. Donāt imagine Luffy waking the crew at the crack of dawn because heās a over energized 6 year old. Donāt imagine Shanks getting so used to Luffy that he forgets that Luffy isnāt there anymore when they finally leave Foosha Village
