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Ditch him, he doesn’t match anyway

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a kiss in the rain
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Pairing: Figarland Shamrock x Reader
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, husband/wife, established relationship
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“You stupid, idiotic bastard!”
Vitriol bubbled in your stomach, pushing up against your diaphragm. It dissolved upwards into your lungs, traveling through your larynx, burning your tongue as your words were spat out of your mouth. “God, I hope the earth reclaims me so I never have to see your pathetic face ever again!”
Decorum was no longer an option. Decorum held no merit against a woman’s fury; a fury that can’t be ignited by only one strike of a match. No, no. The ire that was consuming you was a fireball that had been stoked and prodded repetitively. How much longer would you have to play the part of a patient, well-behaved woman? The mask of the all-forgiving wife? The negligence, the priority of his duty… You were far too romantic for missed promises of time spent together. Quite frankly, you were too in love for a life caged in a lonely marriage.
The stomping of your stride against the manor’s carpet felt like earthquakes. You meant what you said, you truly did wish for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. The heavy and crushing embrace of rock and soil would at least mean you were being held. The alternative was cold sheets and lonely nights pining for the warmth of vows that had long been lost to the past.
Shamrock followed after you, feeling like a kicked puppy. His gait matched your own; an indignant trampling of his boots, language coming from the back of his throat like a rattlesnake's hiss. “You knew what I was when you married me,” he berated. “All of this anger, and for what? When I am called to be somewhere, I must be there.”
You scoffed. You didn’t even bother a glance in his direction as you wrapped your cloak around yourself, busting the manor doors open with an agitated push. “But when you are here… Yes, when you’re here, you’re just a shell of a man. Empty. I have better conversations with the portraits on the walls.” The bitterness in your tone stung, and Shamrock’s brow twitched, the corners of his mouth drooping into a sulk.
“Of course, the portraits on the walls. Tell me, do they speak back to you? Read to you? Do they touch you?”
“None of it, but it’s still more than what you do.”
The man faltered in his step as the acerbic bite of your tone caused his heart to beat with guilt. Oh, how his heart was throbbing. His brows narrowed, mouth turned up in a sneer. “Stop walking away from me.”
A sardonic chuckle escaped you. “No.” The air outside the manor was humid, and as you fled from your husband, the thundering rain soaked you in a chill that seeped down to your bones. Honestly, you felt miserable, and a bit dramatic in the moment. Perhaps you could’ve just holed up in a different room in the manor, rather than to have charged out in the pouring rain, but that wouldn’t have satisfied your fire.
You heard the splash of puddles as Shamrock chased after you, and he was honing in fast. He grabbed your wrist, grip tight and unforgiving, as he pulled you backwards towards him. “Let me go,” you barked, “I am not a dog to be handled.”
“No, you are not,” he retorted. “You are my wife, and I will not have you acting so foolishly in a moment of passion.” What dense words he just told you, you thought to yourself. Your eyes met his. Formidable feelings flickered behind the gazes of both husband and wife. “Foolish? It’s as if the jester is calling his reflection a clown.”
Shamrock breathed a low, grumbling sound. His agitation was palpable. “What do you want from me, hmm?” He pulled you flush to him, peering down at you, rivulets from his hair falling onto you. “What does my wife need? Do you want my attention? My touch?”
You said nothing, tears prickling your eyes as you became choked up in frustration. Shamrock didn’t like your silence; his fingers tangled in your wet hair, tugging on the strands to make you look up at him. “Use your words. Tell me, love.”
“I want my husband.” You were careful to annunciate and emphasize each word. “I want him to love me without me begging for affection.” The knight’s heart throbbed painfully once again, his own indignation shattering at your vulnerability. He placed a gloved hand on your cheek, and used his thumb to wipe some moisture from your eye. “I do love you,” he whispered. “I love you even when you curse my name and run out into the rain.”
Gently, with a tenderness that was not there just seconds before, Shamrock pressed his lips to yours. He moved his hands to your waist, fingers pressing into your flesh with a deep-seeded sense of possession. “Come back inside, come back to our bed,” his voice was husky as he murmured against your lips. “Let’s go warm you up.”
SFW Headcanon ABC for Young Garling ♡
[ Female Y/N x Figarland Garling ]
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/cerberus-bites/792600959594479616/headcanon-abc-for-young-garling-pt-2
Tags: established relationship, dubious consent, possessive behavior, mentions of physical punishment - it's Garling, what do you expect?
Brothers!
Shanks - Figarland Shamrock - Gildarts Clive
Gambare, Garling!
I'm waiting to see what actions Garling will take. In any case he will selfish take everything into his own hands
Interestingly Saturn still justified the status of the God of War and Science cause he was engaged in scientific research. I think Garling will focus only on War
I want to know how the story would have turned out if he had become Gorosei 10 years earlier.

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What if...
Garling is in a meeting with the other holy knights and his sons enter the room to ask a question. Garling complies and asks them what question it is. The twins ask how are babies born. Garling is left speechless. The Holy knights are shocked by the sudden question. Garling tries to answer them, but couldn't as he fails to come up with a children friendly alternative(almost loses his mind). Holy Knights such as Sommers, Killingham, etc say that they'll help and tell the answer, but they make the situation even worse as the answers told by them was not children friendly.
Shamrock & Shanks (innocently): How are babies born?
Garling(sweating nervously): Well-Uhhhh...You see...When a man and a woman...get together.... Uhhh...Ummm... there is... lots of love- and uhhh... kisses. And uhh- 'magic' happens?
Shamrock (raises an eyebrow): What kind of magic?
Shanks: Yes, do they use a wand?
Garling (sweats even more nervously)(about to lose his mind): Uhmm.. I guess???... LOOK... there's just.. uhhh.. ummm.. HUGS..YES!... A SPECIAL KIND OF HUG!
Shamrock: What 'special' kind of hug is that?
Shanks: And how do you do that hug?
Sommers (raises a hand): Supreme Commander, if I may?
Garling (grateful): Yes, please go ahead.
Sommers (turns to face the twins): Okay, you see, when a man and a woman get together, a 'special' kind of Love happens. The man, gives the woman his 'special' seeds-
Another Holy Knight: OH MY GOD!
Sommers (continues, unbothered): Then, the woman keeps those seeds 'inside' her, for nine months , after the nine months is up, a baby pops out of her. The end!
Garling: (deeply regrets his life decisions that led to this moment)
Shanks: Wait, so babies and people are PLANTS?!
Sommers: No, babies and people are mammals.
Shamrock: And where do we get these 'special' seeds.
Sommers: Well, the seeds are inside you. But, I guess for you the seeds are not 'fertile' yet since you both are still young.
Shanks: THE SEEDS ARE INSIDE US?!
Shamrock: but how are twins born?
Sommers: Well, the more 'seeds' the man gives the woman, the more babies are born.
Shanks: Wait... so we can have A MILLION BABIES IN NINE MONTHS?!
Sommers: No, biologically thats not possi-
Garling (finally snaps): STOP IT! (Then turns to the twins) and, I will tell you both about it when you both get older.
Shanks: How old?
Garling: ...18?...20?... I DON'T KNOW! BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU GET OLDER!
Shamrock & Shanks: Okayyyyy.
Garling (proceeds to unsheath his sword): SOMMERS!
Sommers (jumps out of the window)(runs for his life)(yelling): DON’T BLAME ME! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ALLOWED ME TO ANSWER!
Garling (begins chasing Sommers with his sword): SHUT UP!
Yesterday I got invited to shamrock's bedroom and here are some pictures I took of his stuff
ONE PIECE CHAPTER 1138 SPOILERS! READ WITH CAUTION!
The allegations were true about Shanks.