#glinda!reader

summary: "Ozland is a unique island in the North Blue, famous throughout the seas for its extravagant kingdom and royalty who claim to master magic. Travelers and pirates speak of witches, spells, and impossible miracles. But the truth is quite different: in Ozland, magic does not exist at all. Glinda is the princess of the kingdom and responsible for keeping the lie alive, pretending to be a powerful witch in the eye of her people. Trapped by her own deception and the weight of the crown, her fate seemed sealed… until a young, red-haired rookie pirate with a straw hat arrives on the island with his crew. His arrival unleashes chaos, shatters illusions, and turns Ozland upside down, rescuing Glinda from her doom and changing more than just her destiny."

pairing: shanks x glinda!reader

cw: strangers to lovers, slow burn, young!shanks, magic, shanks and glinda are in denial, glinda au (yes, WE are glinda but in some parts glinda may be oc), death, angst (some of the characters of wicked are in here as villans, TRUST ME, IS FOR THE PLOT), red force crew are present in the story, eventual smut, piv, sweet shanks, posible marriage and pregnancy.

SERIES: ✎ in progress note: english is not my first language! so please be kind with me :c. this is my first time writing in english. enjoy and thank u <3! also, if u don't like that reader has a name, don't read. i will refer us as glinda in all the chapters.

one: ozland

two: glinda, the good

three: the rookie pirate

four: the crown of a princess

five: the wedding

six: the fall of a kingdom

seven: heartbroken

summary: The wedding of Glinda and Fiyero is here. Everything is perfect until the best day of Glinda's life, becomes her worst nightmare. However, that pirate with red hair is there to save her from her doom.

pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader

words: 3000

music: anymore - jeon somi

Two days had passed like a breath in Ozland, and the kingdom had never been so alive.

The streets, usually elegant and calm, were now a whirlwind of color and noise. Pink and white garlands hung between pale stone buildings, shimmering ribbons danced in the sea breeze, and confetti floated endlessly, sticking to the hair of children running through the crowd with laughter. Musicians played cheerful melodies on violins and accordions, while street vendors shouted offers for star-shaped sweets, sugar bubbles, and small wooden wands imitating that of the famous witch Glinda.

People laughed, toasted, and sang. Others cried over Fiyero and Glinda, for they would no longer be single. Ozland looked happy—perhaps too happy.

At the heart of the kingdom, a wide esplanade had been transformed into the stage for the royal wedding: rows upon rows of white seats with golden details, pink and lilac flowers forming arches, and an elevated platform from which the kings would witness the union. Everything had been designed to dazzle… so no one would look beyond.

Inside the castle, far from the noise, Glinda stood before the mirror.

Today was her wedding day.

The young woman smiled at her reflection. She wore a long white wedding gown, made of soft, shining fabric that fell like a cascade to the floor. The corset was delicately embroidered with small silver details that shimmered with every movement, and the sleeves—thin and transparent—adorned her arms as if made of light. The skirt opened into elegant layers, giving the impression that she floated even while standing still.

Her makeup was flawless: soft lips, rosy cheeks, and subtly defined eyes, while her blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders, lightly wavy, naturally framing her face. A simple yet radiant white tiara rested upon her head.

Glinda inhaled deeply. “Today… today my path to becoming queen begins,” she whispered, more to herself than to the mirror.

There were nerves in her chest, yes—but also excitement. This was the destiny promised to her since childhood. The destiny of Glinda, the Good Witch of Ozland.

The door slowly opened.

King Albert entered the room and froze at the sight of her. His eyes immediately filled with tears. For a moment he said nothing, simply gazing at his daughter—the little girl who had once run through the castle halls pretending to cast spells… now a woman about to be married.

“You are… beautiful, Glinda,” he finally said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Glinda turned toward him with a warm smile, “Really, Father?”

Albert nodded, stepping closer to take her hands. “I’m happy for you. Happy to see you move forward… to see you fulfill your role in this kingdom.”

She gently squeezed his fingers, unaware of the faint shadow of worry that crossed her father’s face before disappearing.

Elsewhere in the castle, far from the light and flowers, Fiyero stood alone. He carefully closed the door and pulled a blue Den Den Mushi from his pocket, its expression serious. Holding it close to his face, he spoke in a low voice.

“Is everything ready?”

On the other end, a distorted voice answered without hesitation: “Everything is proceeding as planned. The bombs have already been placed throughout different parts of the kingdom. No one suspects a thing.”

Fiyero smiled faintly. “And the grimoire?”

“We’ve found its hiding place. It’s sealed… but there’s a problem,” the voice paused. “Only Glinda or the king can enter. Some kind of ancient barrier. It doesn’t respond to anyone else.”

Fiyero’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Then there’s nothing to worry about,” he said calmly. “I’ll take care of bringing Glinda there.”

He closed the Den Den Mushi with a soft click, a cold smile spreading across his face.

The wedding was not the end of the plan… it was only the beginning.

Meanwhile, in the streets of Ozland, Shanks and his crew moved through the crowd.

Lucky Roux walked along eating carefree, Yasopp kept a sharp eye on their surroundings, and Benn Beckman advanced with his hands in his pockets, analyzing every detail with a serious gaze. Around them, people celebrated, unaware of the pirates making their way toward the kingdom’s center, where the wedding would take place.

“I can’t believe we’re about to see a wedding,” Lime Juice commented.

“It’s all so cheerful it gives me chills,” Hongo murmured.

Shanks looked up, observing the decorations, the laughter—everything seemed perfect.

“Well, boys,” he said quietly, “let’s enjoy the wedding.”

A few minutes later, Ozland was gathered in expectant silence—a strange silence for a kingdom accustomed to laughter and noise. The heart of the realm, decorated with white and pink fabrics, cascading flowers, and benches filled with citizens, seemed to be holding its breath. No one spoke aloud; only excited murmurs and the soft flutter of banners beneath the clear sky could be heard.

Then, she appeared.

Glinda walked down the central aisle, holding her father’s arm. Her white dress fell in delicate layers, softly gleaming in the sunlight, and her blonde hair framed a serene, beautiful face. With every step, citizens bowed their heads—some placed hands over their hearts, others whispered among themselves about how beautiful she looked, how perfect their future queen was.

To Ozland, Glinda was not just a bride—she was hope.

At the altar, Fiyero watched her. His smile was flawless, rehearsed… but his eyes held no love. There was something cold and calculating in them, as if each of Glinda’s steps were another piece fitting perfectly into a carefully constructed plan.

Among the crowd, Shanks and his crew remained alert. They did not laugh, drink, or speak. Shanks looked up just as Glinda did. Their gazes met for an instant that seemed to last longer than it should have. She didn’t know why her heart skipped; he didn’t understand why something stirred in his chest—an old, unfamiliar feeling. Shanks thought, unwillingly, that she looked beautiful… too beautiful for a day that felt so heavy.

At the altar, Glinda’s father stopped. His hands trembled slightly as he took his daughter’s hand and placed it into Fiyero’s. He smiled, proud and emotional, unaware of the tension thickening the air. Fiyero squeezed Glinda’s hand and smiled at her—charming, perfect for everyone watching.

The priest began the ceremony. His words rang out clearly and solemnly, speaking of union, promises, and a shared future. Glinda listened, trying to calm the nerves tightening her chest. Everything was going according to plan… or so she believed.

The moment for vows arrived. The priest turned to Fiyero and asked him to speak.

That was when Glinda noticed it.

Fiyero’s smile changed—just slightly, enough that only she could see it. A twisted, dark expression, completely alien to the man who claimed to love her. Before she could react, he leaned toward her ear and whispered in a voice dripping with malice:

“Oh, Glinda, you’re so innocent and beautiful. But you can’t stop them… you can’t stop the boom…”

A dry, repetitive sound began to echo.

Beep… beep…

Time seemed to freeze.

And then—hell.

Explosions tore through Ozland one after another. The ground shook, decorations were hurled into the air, and the sky filled with smoke and fire. Screams erupted alongside the bombs—panic, terror, confusion. Citizens ran in every direction, calling names, crying, falling.

“Watch out!” “Glinda!” “Princess!”

Her name echoed through the chaos.

Glinda felt the world spin, the noise fading into a distant roar. Smoke burned her lungs, her legs gave out beneath her. The last thing she heard before losing consciousness were desperate screams, the thunder of explosions… and rough hands grabbing her arms and dragging her away.

Darkness swallowed her.

The explosion shook Ozland as if the sea itself had risen to devour it whole.

“Get down!” Shanks shouted, reacting on pure instinct.

The ground trembled beneath his feet. Stone columns shattered like old biscuits, fragments of the altar flying through the air. Shanks covered his head as massive chunks of marble crashed around him; the roar was deafening, screams mixing with fire and dust.

The crew responded instantly.

Benn Beckman moved through the smoke, eyes cold and calculating. He studied the craters, the shockwave directions, the timing of the blasts. “It’s not a single bomb, boss. They’re spread out. This was planned to cause maximum damage.”

Lucky Roux was already in motion, hoisting injured people onto his shoulders as if they weighed nothing. “Easy, easy! Follow my voice!” he shouted, using his massive body as a shield to protect children and elders from falling debris.

Hongo knelt among the bodies, hands stained with blood, trying to save anyone still breathing. “Breathe—don’t close your eyes! Come on, damn it…!”

Lime Juice scanned the area with Bonk and Monster. “Damn it.”

From a higher vantage point, Yasopp narrowed his gaze, ignoring the chaos. “Boss. I don’t see active attackers… but something’s wrong. This was only the beginning.”

At last, the thunder stopped. The silence that followed was worse.

Shanks slowly stood. The center of Ozland was destroyed. Where there had once been laughter, flowers, and music, there were now ruins, fire… and bodies. Dozens of them. Civilians crushed, burned, motionless.

Ozland was dying.

“Glinda…” Shanks whispered, remembering the princess.

His eyes searched the shattered altar. There was no sign of her. Nor of King Albert or Queen Jules.

“Find the kings!” he ordered, running through the wreckage.

He found them not far away, buried among fallen stones. Albert and Jules lay on the ground, covered in blood, barely conscious. Shanks dropped to his knees beside them.

“Hongo!” he shouted. “Over here!”

The medic rushed over, knelt, and examined them. It took only seconds. Then he closed his eyes… and shook his head. “I’m sorry, boss. There’s nothing I can do. Their organs are completely crushed.”

Jules slowly lifted her gaze. She smiled weakly when she saw Shanks. “Shanks… I’m glad you’re safe…”

“Don’t talk. I’ll get you out of here,” the pirate said urgently, rising—only for the queen’s hand to stop him.

“Take care… of my daughter…” she coughed blood. “Glinda is… egocentric, unbearable… but she’s a good girl. Don’t let them… break her… take care of my… little girl…”

Shanks clenched his teeth. “Your Majesty…”

Albert, with great effort, placed a bloodied hand on Shanks’s arm. “Shanks… save her… take her far from Ozland…” He coughed violently, tears spilling from his eyes. “Find the grimoire… Glinda… is this kingdom’s last hope…”

Shanks’s eyes burned. “I’ll find her. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

Both kings smiled. “Thank you…”

The rulers of Ozland looked at each other one last time… and their hands fell lifeless.

Shanks remained on his knees a moment longer. Then he slowly stood. His fists were clenched so tightly they trembled.

He turned to his crew, his face grim, his gaze blazing. “Let's find the princess.”

In a dark, unknown place…

Glinda awoke with a sharp pain in her head. The floor was cold. She tried to move, and the sound of chains answered her.

“W-what…?” she murmured, dizzy.

She looked at her bound hands. Her wedding dress—once pretty—was torn, stained with dust and blood. Panic surged through her. What in the world had happened?

“Father?! Mother?!” she cried, her voice breaking.

A slow, unpleasant laugh echoed through the space.

“What a disappointment… I thought you’d wake up crying louder.”

Glinda looked up.

Fiyero stood before her. He was no longer dressed like a prince; his false elegance was gone. His smile was twisted, cruel. Around him, several men with filthy gazes and rusted weapons watched her with sick interest. Pirates.

“Fiyero…? What… what is this?” the princess whispered.

“This,” he said, crouching in front of her, “is the truth—and who I really am.”

Glinda stared at him, stunned.

“I never loved you, Glinda. I only needed the ‘witch’ to reach the grimoire,” Fiyero said with a malicious grin.

Glinda’s world shattered as tears fell. “W-what…?”

“Oh, honestly, it was far too easy,” Fiyero laughed. “Just a little attention and you were already in my arms.”

Glinda glared at him with hatred. “I hate you!”

Fiyero smiled. “There’s that brave side of you—I like it.”

And Glinda did something she never thought she would do—she spat in Fiyero’s face.

Fiyero wiped his face and, without hesitation, slap the princess hard across the cheek.

“Ah…!”

Fiyero laughed. “Not bad, princess. But don’t get smart with me.”

“Why are you doing this?” Glinda asked through tears. “My kingdom has shown you nothing but love and care since you arrived.”

Fiyero shrugged. “That doesn’t interest me in the slightest. I want to sink Ozland, steal every coin, and show the world that magic… was always just a useful lie.”

Glinda looked at him, tears burning in her eyes, her cheek stinging. “What are you going to do with me…?”

Fiyero stood up, indifferent. “Slave princesses fetch the highest bounties.”

Glinda screamed desperately as two pirates grabbed her brutally and dragged her across the floor. “LET ME GO, SCUM! TAKE YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!”

Fiyero walked ahead without looking back. “Take her to grimoire’s hiding place. Our key has just awakened.”

Darkness wrapped around the passageway.

Glinda walked with trembling steps, her hands still bound, the cold stone seeping into the soles of her feet. Behind her, the edge of a sword pressed into her back, reminding her every second that there was no escape.

“Don’t try anything stupid, witch,” Fiyero whispered venomously. “One wrong step and you won’t make it out alive.”

Glinda pressed her lips together, holding back tears. Every breath felt heavy in her chest, and her cheek burned fiercely.

The passage descended deeper beneath the castle, as if Ozland hid its truth in the very bowels of the earth. Ancient torches hung from the walls, extinguished for centuries… but as Glinda passed, something strange happened.

The stone doors began to open on their own.

Not with thunder, but with a heavy whisper, like an ancient lament. The carved symbols—curved runes, shattered stars, forgotten words—emitted a faint glow, barely visible, flickering like a tired breath.

“How is it that…?” Glinda spoke, terrified.

Fiyero watched in silence, eyes wide with surprise. This was not part of the plan.

“So it was true…” he whispered. “The magic does recognize you.”

They continued until the corridor ended abruptly before a massive stone door. Covered in moss, cracks, and roots, it seemed more part of the mountain than the castle. At its center, carved with raw power, was a single symbol.

OZ

Fiyero shoved Glinda forward. “Touch it.”

“No…” she whispered.

The sword pressed harder into her back. “Do it. Now.”

With trembling hands, Glinda placed her palm against the cold surface.

For a moment… nothing happened.

Then a deep rumble shook the air.

The stone began to move. Bits of dry grass, dust, and fragments of rock fell as the door slowly opened, as if awakening from a centuries-long sleep.

Fiyero stepped back, incredulous. “…It opened.”

Inside lay a circular chamber, silent, heavy with an invisible pressure that made the skin prickle. At its center, upon a small altar of white stone, rested the grimoire.

Exactly as the legends described: a thick book with worn green covers, adorned with golden symbols and an ancient lock. It looked old… but alive.

Glinda felt a tug in her chest. The air vibrated softly. The grimoire emitted a faint, almost shy glow—as if it recognized her.

“Come on,” Fiyero growled. “Open it.”

Glinda took one step, then another.

“What are you waiting for?!” Fiyero shouted. “OPEN IT!”

Glinda grasped the grimoire, feeling it react to her presence as it glowed brighter—yet the lock remained.

Closed. Unmovable.

"OPEN IT, YOU STUPID GIRL"

“I can’t!” Glinda sobbed. “I don’t know how!”

Suddenly, the grimoire went completely dark, leaving them in tense silence.

Fiyero lost his composure. He slammed his fist against the altar. “DAMN IT!”

Breathing heavily, eyes burning with rage, he snarled, “Royal blood isn’t enough… It needs will—and that’s something the stupid princess of Ozland doesn’t have.”

The words hung in the air.

They both understood at the same time.

Magic did not obey crowns. It did not respond to titles. It did not choose kings.

It chose decisions. Good choices.

Glinda stared at the grimoire in fear… and with something new stirring in her chest: doubt, guilt… and curiosity.

Far away, among the smoking ruins of the castle, Shanks ran with his heart pounding. He descended hidden staircases, crossed forgotten corridors, until he stopped abruptly.

The ground trembled slightly beneath his feet.

“Glinda...,” he murmured.

Clenching his teeth, he broke into a run.

“Hold on, princess. I’m coming for you.”

all rights of the images and characters goes to their owners, I simply used them for the story. you can find the images in pinterest.

summary: 10 years later, the world has changed. Shanks and Glinda are living their lives, he is a rookie pirate and she is Glinda, the good witch. The Kingdom of Ozland announces Glinda's engagement, which excites the Red Force crew to finally visit Ozland.

pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader

words: 1645

music: no one mourns the wicked - wicked soundtrack

Ten years have passed since those days in Ozland. The world changed. The sea grew more dangerous. And the name Gol D. Roger was written forever into history… as a legend.

Roger was dead.

His crew scattered, each following their own path, carrying memories, promises, and invisible scars. Some found peace. Others found new dreams. The sea never stopped moving.

Somewhere in the North Blue, a ship with red sails cut calmly through the waters.

The Red Force.

On deck stood a nineteen-year-old young man with red hair, a straw hat, and a carefree smile, gazing at the horizon with his arms crossed. Shanks was no longer an apprentice. He was a captain… even if the world didn’t seem to take him seriously yet.

“Boss!” someone shouted from behind. “Look at this!”

Under the shadow of the mast, Lucky Roux, the ship’s cook, sat calmly, holding a newspaper in his massive hands while chewing on a piece of meat.

“Hmmm…” he murmured as he read. “Now this is interesting.”

Shanks turned around.

“What is it? Another ridiculous bounty?”

Lucky Roux shook his head and raised the paper, showing the front page. “No… it’s news from the North Blue.”

He cleared his throat and began reading aloud:

“The kings of Ozland proudly announce the engagement of Glinda The Good to Prince Fiyero, heir to the neighboring kingdom.”

The deck fell silent.

“Glinda The Good?” repeated Benn Beckman, his first mate, lighting a cigarette.

Shanks felt a strange pang in his chest—nostalgic.

“Ozland…” he murmured.

Lucky Roux continued:

“The ceremony will be held at the royal castle of Ozland, with guests from all seas.”

Immediately, voices erupted.

“OZLAND?!” one pirate shouted. “The kingdom of magic?!”

“They say their witch can perform miracles!” added another.

“And they say Glinda is even more beautiful in person!”

“That sounds like one hell of a party!” someone laughed.

Shanks remained silent, staring out at the sea.

“Boss,” Lucky Roux said, “didn’t you say you’d been there as a kid?”

Shanks closed his eyes for a second… then smiled.

“Yeah,” he replied. “A long time ago.”

“Then let’s go!” a crewmate shouted. “It’ll be legendary!”

“A royal wedding! Free food!” Lucky Roux laughed.

Benn Beckman exhaled smoke slowly and looked at Shanks. “So? What do you say, boss?”

Shanks lifted his gaze, wearing that smile that always meant trouble.

“Ozland, huh…?” he said. “Guess it’s time to go back.”

The pirates cheered.

As the Red Force changed course, no one noticed how the wind suddenly blew stronger—almost as if the sea itself recognized that destination.

In Ozland, a witch who had never possessed magic was about to reunite with her past.

At the heart of Ozland’s castle, a nineteen-year-old young woman stood before a tall, ornate mirror, unable to suppress the wide smile stretching across her face.

Glinda.

She wore an elegant pink dress, perfectly tailored, and her blonde hair was styled with precision to highlight a white crown that shimmered softly atop her head, reflecting the candlelight.

Everything about her was perfect. Real. Majestic.

In her hands, she held her wand.

Shining. Beautiful.

Glinda twirled it casually, watching its reflection in the mirror. There was no spark. There never had been. And yet, the entire kingdom believed that wand was capable of miracles.

Her smile faltered for just a second.

And then, a memory surfaced.

It had been a quiet night, many years ago.

Fifteen-year-old Glinda sat on the edge of her bed, listening closely as her father, King Albert, spoke in a grave voice.

“Glinda, you are the next heir to the throne,” he said, kneeling to her level. “There’s something important you need to know.”

Glinda looked at her father, curious.

“Long ago,” he explained, “Ozland was a kingdom where magic truly existed. But people corrupted it. They used it to dominate, to destroy… and magic faded away.”

Her eyes widened.

“So it doesn’t exist anymore?” she asked, disappointed.

Albert shook his head slowly.

“Not like before. And perhaps… it will never return.”

Glinda’s eyes filled with disillusionment “But I want to be a real witch and use real magic, Father.”

The king looked at her sadly and took her hand.

“You are the heir to the throne, Glinda,” he said gently. “And Ozland needs to believe that magic still lives. You are Glinda, the Good Witch of Ozland. Your duty is to keep alive what has held this kingdom together. For all of us.”

She swallowed, “And what do I have to do, Father?”

Albert pointed toward the window.

“I’ve spoken with the kingdom’s greatest inventors. They designed a platform that flies using bubbles. From now on, you will visit the people using that flying device. Many will believe it flies because of your magic. You will speak to children, elders, and visitors, telling the incredible stories that shaped our magical kingdom.”

His expression hardened.

“But no one must know the truth, Glinda. If Ozland’s lies are discovered… the kingdom will fall.”

Glinda nodded. If lying was what it took to protect her people, she would do it.

“Alright, Father. I’ll do it.”

Ozland’s central plaza was completely packed. Pink and white banners waved from balconies, and the murmur of hundreds of voices filled the air with palpable anticipation.

At the top of the royal platform, the kings of Ozland stepped forward. King Albert raised his hand, and the noise slowly faded.

“Citizens of Ozland!” he announced firmly. “Today we share news that will fill the entire kingdom with joy.”

Beside him, Queen Jules smiled proudly.

“Our daughter,” the king continued, “the Good Witch of Ozland… has become engaged to Prince Fiyero, heir to the neighboring kingdom.”

The murmur turned into excited screams as a young man stepped forward.

The prince appeared under the sun—tall and elegant, brown hair perfectly styled, blue eyes reflecting the sky itself. His posture was flawless, and a confident smile spread across his face.

The effect was immediate.

“AAAAAH!!” several women screamed.

“He’s handsome!”

“A real prince!”

"MARRY ME"

Fiyero bowed slightly, accustomed to admiration, as the plaza erupted in applause.

The kings exchanged a knowing glance.

“And now,” Albert said warmly, “let us welcome the jewel of our kingdom…”

A soft murmur ran through the crowd.

“Look! It’s Glinda!”

♫ Let us be glad ♫ ♫ Let us be grateful ♫ ♫ Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue ♫

Music began to play—delicate and ethereal. From above, a transparent, bubble-shaped platform descended slowly, floating as if defying gravity. Upon it stood Glinda, dressed in pink, her white crown gleaming.

Her sweet voice enveloped the plaza. The crowd fell into absolute silence, hypnotized.

The bubble stopped before the platform and burst softly into the air.

Glinda stepped forward, smiling confidently.

“It's good to see me,” she said, placing a hand on her chest. “isn't it?”

For a second, silence.

Then the plaza exploded.

“YES!!” “GLINDA!!” “WE LOVE YOU!!”

Applause, cheers, and laughter filled the air. Glinda raised her wand gracefully, accepting the adoration as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“With great joy,” the king announced, “we are pleased to declare that the royal wedding will take place in four days!”

The news spread like wildfire. Bells rang, servants rushed through the halls, and Ozland was once again alive with excitement.

Hours later, the celebration had ended, but the echo of applause still lingered in the castle corridors.

In one of the side halls, Glinda walked beside Prince Fiyero, both still glowing from the announcement. He moved with measured elegance, hands clasped behind his back. She couldn’t hide her excitement.

“I can’t believe it’s finally official,” Glinda said, eyes shining. “The whole kingdom was watching us… it was perfect.”

Fiyero smiled—polished, practiced “It was. Ozland has been waiting for this moment.”

She glanced at him admiringly. Handsome, refined—everything a prince should be.

I guess this is what it feels like to be in love— she thought.

“I feel very lucky,” she said sincerely. “Having you by my side… it feels like a dream.”

Fiyero nodded slowly. Inside, his thoughts were elsewhere—crowns, alliances, power. Ozland was wealthy, admired… and she was the shortest path to the throne.

“I am honored as well,” he replied coolly. “To rule beside you will be… a great destiny.”

Glinda smiled, unaware of the cold undertone.

That night, she returned to her room with light steps, almost dancing. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a happy laugh.

Despite the lies… her life was good.

Attention. Admiration. Love. Everything was perfect.

Or so she believed.

She removed her crown and walked out onto the balcony, where the sea stretched dark and endless beneath the moonlight. The night breeze gently stirred her loose hair.

Glinda leaned on the railing and stared at the horizon.

She didn’t know why… but her heart was beating differently.

“It’s strange…” she murmured. “I feel like something is coming.”

Something important. Something she couldn’t name.

The sea answered with a gentle swell, as if keeping a secret.

Unknowingly, the very next day, a ship with red sails would change her life forever.

The Red Force was already approaching Ozland.

all rights of the images and wicked characters goes to their owners, I simply used them for the story. you can find the images in pinterest.

summary: Ozland is gone and destroyed. Heartbroken, Glinda now has to learn how to survive in a ship full of noisy and filthy pirates. But, she also has a task, protect and use what is left from her home: the grimoire.

pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader

words: 1445

music: no one mourns the wicked - wicked soundtrack

The Red Force sailed slowly through the cold waters of the North Blue, cutting through the sea with a deep, constant creak. There were no laughs, no songs —only the sound of the wind striking the sails… and a heavy, almost unbearable silence.

At the bow of the ship, Glinda sat motionless on the wooden floor. She stared at the horizon without blinking, clutching the grimorie tightly to her chest, as if it were the only thing keeping her heart from shattering into pieces. Her arm, still wounded and stained with both dried and fresh blood, was a painful reminder of everything that had happened. Her wedding dress was torn to pieces, and her smeared makeup left dark streaks across a face that had cried until no tears remained.

At that moment, she felt nothing at all. 

Just emptiness.

The crew watched her from a distance.

No one dared to speak to her.

Truth was… no one knew how.

Since she had sat there, she hadn’t spoken a single word.

Not even Shanks knew what to say.

Hongo, the Red Force’s doctor, approached Shanks with a concerned expression.

“Captain…” he said quietly, “the girl’s wound is still bleeding. If we don’t treat it soon, it could get worse.”

Shanks exhaled slowly, bringing a hand to his face. His eyes drifted toward the fragile figure of the fallen princess.

This wasn’t a battle.

This wasn’t an enemy.

And yet… he had never felt so lost.

Finally, he walked over and sat beside her. The wood creaked softly beneath his weight. Glinda didn’t react. She didn’t even turn her head.

“Princess…” Shanks said, his voice low but gentle, “you need to let us help you. That wound—”

Suddenly, Glinda turned her head sharply, startling him.

Her eyes burned.

“SHUT UP!” she shouted, standing up clumsily.

Shanks froze.

She wasn’t just angry.

She was furious.

“You shouldn’t have taken me away from Ozland!” she continued, pointing at him with a trembling finger. “I should have died there! With my kingdom! With my parents!”

The crew watched in silence, understanding her pain.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Glinda screamed, squeezing her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face. “My wedding was a disaster! My life was destroyed! If you hadn’t appeared… if you hadn’t come…!”

Her words came out in a rush, tangled in anger and despair.

“I HATE YOU!” she cried, covering her face as her sobs broke free.

The grimorie slipped from her arms and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Shanks, the target of her rage, tried to step closer.

“Glinda…” he whispered.

“Don’t come near me!”

She took a step back—

And suddenly, her legs gave out.

Her exhausted body, overwhelmed by stress and everything she had endured, wavered.

“Hey—!”

Shanks reacted instantly, catching her before she hit the ground.

She had lost consciousness.

“HONGO!” Shanks shouted, alarmed. “Quick!”

The doctor rushed over and examined her.

“She’s lost too much blood,” he said seriously. “And she’s burning with fever. The stress… everything she went through… her body couldn’t take it anymore.”

Without a word, Shanks lifted her carefully and carried her to the ship’s infirmary. He laid her down on a small bed as Hongo began cleaning her wound and bandaging it properly.

“She needs rest,” the doctor said firmly. “A lot of it. Don’t wake her.”

Shanks nodded silently.

He remained there for a few moments, watching her sleeping face. Despite the dirt, her messy hair, and the blood, he couldn’t help but wonder how she could still be so beautiful.

Without thinking, he gently brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes.

“Talking to her…” he murmured, “is going to be harder than I thought.”

The captain looked at his medic, worried.

“Take care of her”

Shanks left the infirmary and rejoined his crew on deck.

“How is she?” Lucky Roux asked.

“Bad,” Shanks replied. “But she’ll live.”

Yasopp crossed his arms. “With all due respect, boss… her attitude wasn’t great.”

Ben Beckman took a drag from his cigarette and spoke calmly. “She lost her home, her family, and her future in a single day. Give her time. No one walks away from that intact.”

Shanks nodded.

“I promised her parents I would protect her,” he said. “From today on… Glinda is part of this crew, and you will respect her as one of us.”

“Yes, boss”.

He watched as Lucky Roux picked up the grimmoire from the floor and handed it to him.

“Boss.”

Shanks took it, studying it carefully. It felt strange in his hands, as if the book were breathing.

“I’ll keep it safe for her.”

He walked toward his cabin.

The interior was simple but sturdy: a wooden table worn by time, maps hanging on the walls, a plain bed, and several empty bottles in a corner. It was a place for rest… and for decisions.

Shanks placed the grimmoire aside and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees.

He thought about what he would say to her when she woke up.

How do you speak to someone who no longer believes in anything?

The pirate sighed.

These days will be difficult.

Outside, the sea kept moving forward.

And with it…

The fate of a princess without a kingdom.

The ruins of Ozland no longer resembled a kingdom.

What once shimmered with color, laughter, and illusion now lay broken beneath layers of ash and smoke. Twisted towers leaned like dying giants, and the wind carried the faint crackle of lingering flames. The sea, once calm and welcoming, now crashed violently against shattered docks.

Silence ruled.

Until—

A low, pained breath broke through the stillness.

“…Tch…”

Beneath a massive slab of stone, something shifted.

A hand—bloodied, trembling—pushed against the rubble.

Veins pulsed dark beneath the skin.

The stone cracked.

With a violent surge, vines exploded outward, forcing the debris apart.

“GHH—!”

Fiyero dragged himself free from the wreckage, collapsing onto the scorched ground.

His body was covered in blood.

One of his legs was badly wounded, barely supporting his weight. His clothes were torn, his once-perfect appearance reduced to something feral.

But his eyes—

They burned.

Alive.

Furious.

“Hah …You think… this is enough to kill me…?”

He coughed, spitting blood onto the ground.

For a moment, he stayed there on his knees, breathing heavily, listening to the dead silence of Ozland.

Then… he started to laugh.

Low at first.

Then louder.

Unstable.

“Ahh… ahahaha…!”

His fingers dug into the dirt.

“Everything… gone…”

His gaze lifted slowly to the destroyed kingdom.

“Good.”

There was no sorrow in his voice.

Only twisted satisfaction.

“…Now there’s nothing left to hold her back.”

He forced himself to stand, using a wall for support. His injured leg shook, but thick vines slowly coiled around it, tightening like a brace.

His Devil Fruit power.

Keeping him moving.

Keeping him alive.

Fiyero reached into his coat with a shaky hand and pulled out a small, cracked Den Den Mushi.

For a moment, it remained silent.

Then—

“...Captain?” a voice crackled weakly from the other side.

Fiyero smirked.

“Still breathing,” he said.

There was a pause.

“…We thought you were dead.”

“Not yet.”

His eyes darkened.

“But next time… I won’t be so careless.”

He looked down at his wounded body, then at the ruins again.

“…The girl escaped.”

Silence.

“…And the grimmoire?” the voice asked.

Fiyero’s grip tightened.

His smile twisted.

“With her.”

The Den Den Mushi went quiet for a second.

“…Then the plan—”

“Is still alive.”

His voice cut through sharply.

“Nothing changes.”

He began walking forward, step by step, leaving bloody footprints behind him.

“The book responded to her.”

His eyes gleamed with obsession.

“…Which means she’s the key.”

A gust of wind blew through the ruins, lifting ash into the air.

Fiyero stopped for a moment, staring toward the horizon… toward the sea.

As if he could already see the ship that carried her away.

“…Glinda.”

Her name left his lips like something poisonous.

“Run as far as you want.”

Vines slowly crawled up his arm, coiling around his fingers like serpents.

“I’ll find you.”

His smile widened.

“And when I do…”

His grip tightened until the vines snapped against the air.

“I’ll take everything from you again.”

The Den Den Mushi crackled.

“…Orders, captain?”

Fiyero turned, his silhouette framed by the burning remains of Ozland.

“Gather everyone.”

His voice dropped into something cold.

Something dangerous.

“We’re going hunting. But first, we will kill that pirate.”

A monster had survived.

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summary: Still captured by Fiyero, Glinda is fighting for her life, alone. However, she does not know that someone is fighting for her: Shanks.

pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader

words: 1380

music: wildflower - billie eilish

The air inside the Grimmoire’s hideout grew heavy, almost impossible to breathe.

Fiyero paced back and forth like a caged beast. His footsteps echoed against the ancient stone, and every creak seemed to feed his rage. The grimmoire remained closed, motionless, as if it were mocking him.

“Look at it!” he growled, turning toward Glinda. “So much power… and it won’t even bother to open.”

He stopped in front of her. His eyes were filled with something twisted, cruel.

“You know..., I’m thinking about what to do with you,” he said with a crooked smile. “I could kidnap you, sell you… make you suffer little by little until that damned book opens… or maybe…”

He crouched down in front of the girl while glancing at his sword.

“Maybe I could play with you a little…”

The blade of his sword glimmered faintly.

“What do you think, princess?”

Glinda looked at the man with hatred as her body tensed at Fiyero’s words.

“Stay away from me! You’re a monster!”

Fiyero laughed.

“Do you want to know how many bombs I placed in Ozland?” he asked calmly. “Not just in the center. In tunnels, docks, old buildings. At any moment… boom. Everything will sink. Your kingdom will disappear.”

Glinda’s eyes widened in horror.

“The grimmoire is only the beginning,” Fiyero continued. “With real magic, I’ll dominate the routes of the North Blue. Kings, pirates, governments… they’ll all bow before me.”

Glinda, trembling, lifted her head with anger.

“You won’t succeed! Magic will never obey you!”

For a second, Fiyero stared at her in silence.

Then he smiled maliciously.

“What do you say we start with a few games, princess?”

Glinda tried to stand, terrified, feeling tears forming in her eyes.

“Stay away from me, perv!”

Without warning, Fiyero grabbed her arm and threw her violently to the ground. Glinda screamed as she fell. Fiyero raised his sword above his head.

“Just close your eyes, sweetheart.”

“NO!”

CLANG!

Suddenly, a metallic crash echoed through the hideout.

Fiyero’s sword was stopped in midair by another blade.

“Not so fast.”

Glinda looked up, stunned.

Standing before her, holding his sword firmly with one hand was that strange and charming pirate who had lingered in her thoughts these past days.

“You…” the girl whispered, her eyes full of tears.

The pirate gave her a small smile without taking his eyes off Fiyero.

“I arrived just in time.”

Glinda felt her stomach twist with strange emotions as she saw the red-haired man’s smile.

Fiyero clicked his tongue and stepped back.

“So you came after all, red-haired pirate.”

Shanks frowned.

“Just as I thought. You do know me.”

“Of course I do,” Fiyero laughed. “I knew who you were from the beginning. But this is none of your business. I only need the girl and the grimmoire. Ozland doesn’t concern you.”

Shanks tightened his grip on his sword.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I made a promise to the king and queen of Ozland. And I’m going to protect her… no matter the cost.”

Glinda looked at him, surprised.

A promise to her parents? She could only think that didn’t sound encouraging. She just hoped that wherever her parents were… they were safe.

“You’re a damn meddling pirate, redhead. But if you’re so ready to die, then you’ll die with her!”

With a furious shout, Fiyero launched his attack straight at Shanks, his sword slicing through the air with murderous intent.

Shanks smiled fiercely.

“Try it.”

The clash of steel rang like thunder.

Shanks and Fiyero’s swords met again and again, sending sparks flying that illuminated the Grimmoire’s hideout. Shanks advanced with steady steps, every strike direct and decisive; Fiyero retreated only to attack again with twisted, dirty movements, searching for blind spots, aiming to kill without honor.

“Come on, pirate! Is that all you’ve got?” Fiyero spat, thrusting low.

Shanks deflected it just in time.

“You’re fast… but empty.”

From the floor, Glinda watched the fight with her heart racing. She had never seen a battle like this. Every impact made the air tremble; every step back seemed to bring death closer.

Fiyero clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“I’m tired of playing.”

Suddenly he raised his open hand and shouted with a booming voice:

“Hydra Net!”

From his palm sprouted a living vine, thick and dark, multiplying in the air like furious serpents. In an instant, the ivy wrapped around Shanks’s torso and arms, tightening with brutal force.

“Gah…!” Shanks growled as the pressure stole his breath.

“Redhead!” Glinda cried, forcing herself up and running toward him.

Fiyero laughed, cruel and satisfied.

“I ate the Hidra Hidra Devil Fruit. Everything that grows… obeys my will.”

Blinded by rage, Glinda rushed at him with her bare hands.

“That’s enough, you bastard! Let him go!”

The move was desperate… and useless.

“How annoying.”

Fiyero swung his sword without hesitation. The blade cut through the air and sank into Glinda’s arm.

“Ahhh!” she screamed, falling to her knees while clutching her bleeding arm.

“PRINCESS!” Shanks roared, forcing his body against the ivy.

At that moment, the world trembled.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Explosions shook the underground. The Grimmoire’s hideout trembled violently; cracks opened across the floor, and fragments of stone began falling from the ceiling.

“The bombs!” Fiyero laughed, looking around. “Ozland is falling apart.”

Suddenly the ground beneath them cracked with a terrifying sound. The cave was collapsing.

Fiyero ran toward the altar.

“The grimmoire is mine!”

Shanks’s eyes hardened. An invisible pressure burst from his body.

“Don’t… you dare!”

The ivy snapped apart instantly, torn apart by Haki. Shanks broke free and in one swift motion slashed at Fiyero.

“Ugh—!” Fiyero shouted as the sword pierced his leg.

He collapsed to the ground, furious.

Amid the chaos, Glinda staggered to her feet. Ignoring the pain in her arm, she ran toward the altar. She grabbed the grimmoire and clutched it tightly against her chest.

“I won’t allow it!” she shouted in anger. “The memory of my kingdom will not be taken by anyone!”

The ceiling began to collapse.

“Princess!” Shanks shouted, running toward her.

Fiyero tried to stand, enraged.

“You won’t escape!”

He raised his sword—but a massive block of stone fell from above, crushing him against the ground.

“Damn you!” he roared, trapped. “I’ll find you, Glinda! And I’ll take everything from you!”

Shanks grabbed Glinda’s hand.

“Run!”

They fled as the hideout collapsed behind them. The castle groaned, splitting apart, collapsing like a dying giant.

When they emerged outside, the sight was devastating.

From the harbor, the crew of the Red Force watched in silence as Ozland burned. Towers fell, docks exploded, the entire kingdom consumed by fire and smoke.

“Captain…” Lucky Roux murmured in worry.

Suddenly, through the chaos, two figures appeared running.

“Shanks!” Yasopp shouted.

Shanks and Glinda reached the harbor. The grimmoire was still clutched tightly against the young woman’s chest.

Glinda looked around desperately.

“Wait! I have to find them! My mother and father are still there—I can’t abandon them!”

Shanks didn’t answer.

And the princess understood, that silence was the answer.

Glinda shook her head, horror filling her eyes.

“Oh no… no…” she whispered, before suddenly turning around as tears fell. “I have to go back! They’re there!”

She tried to run, but Shanks grabbed her arm.

“Let me go!” she cried, struggling. “My parents are there! I have to find them!”

Shanks clenched his teeth, his heart shattered. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her over his shoulder.

“You stupid pirate! PUT ME DOWN!” she shouted, hitting him with fists and legs. “PLEASE LET ME GO!”

“I’m sorry, Glinda…” the red-haired pirate murmured as he looked at the Red Force in the distance and stepped aboard. “SET SAIL!”

The sails rose and the Red Force began to move away from the harbor.

Glinda stopped hitting his back as she felt the ship carrying her away from her home.

She looked back, sobbing, as Ozland—her home, her childhood, her great lie and at the same time, her truth—burned forever.

The flames reflected in her shattered eyes.

“No…” whispered the last survivor of the kingdom of Ozland. “This can’t be happening…”

And for the first time in her life, Glinda the princess had lost everything.

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summary: Glinda prepares for the wedding, but a new reunion with Shanks in the streets made her meet the pirate's crew along with Fiyero.

pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader

words: 2000

music: once upon a dream - lana del rey

The bedroom door closed softly behind her.

The Castle of Ozland, so bright and bustling during the day, now slept beneath the moon’s silvery light. Glinda walked barefoot across the polished floor, her pink dress still flawless, the white crown gleaming atop her blonde hair, and her wand firmly held between her fingers.

She stopped in front of the vanity.

The mirror reflected a perfect image.

Beautiful. Elegant. The Good Witch of Ozland.

“I’m incredible,” she murmured with an automatic smile.

She remembered the admiring gazes, the applause, the children pointing at her with shining eyes, the adults bowing their heads in respect. It had always been like this. Since she was little, the center of everything. Loved. Acclaimed. Untouchable.

This is my moment. My story— she thought.

With delicate care, she removed the crown and placed it on the table. Then she set the wand beside it. She watched it for a few seconds more… and, almost without meaning to, picked it up again.

She raised it.

“Come on…” she whispered, gently waving it through the air. “Just a little…”

Nothing.

Not a flicker. Not a spark. Not even an illusion.

The silence grew heavy.

Glinda lowered the wand and sighed, this time without hiding her sadness. “I knew it.”

For an instant, her reflection lost its shine. But only for an instant.

She straightened her back and forced a smile, remembering her father’s firm voice.

“Be perfect. You are Glinda, the Good Witch of Ozland.”“The truth doesn’t matter as long as the kingdom keeps shining.”

“Everything will be better,” she told herself. “I’ll marry Fiyero. I’ll be queen. Everyone will love me even more.”

Just then, a night breeze slipped in through the balcony, gently stirring the curtains.

Glinda frowned and walked toward it.

When she looked out, her eyes widened in surprise.

The port of Ozland was beginning to fill with pirate ships, visitors, and foreigners. Dark sails, varied flags, shadows moving across the wooden docks. One after another, they arrived, drawn by the wedding.

“Great…” she muttered in annoyance.

She had never liked pirates. They were loud, messy, unpredictable. But her father insisted the wedding had to be a massive event.

“The more people who come, the better for the kingdom.” he said.

And Fiyero… for some reason, he seemed to get along far too well with several of them.

Glinda crossed her arms, irritated.

That was when an unexpected thought crossed her mind.

A red-haired pirate. A carefree laugh. A gaze that seemed to see more than it said.

“That pirate…”

She hadn’t thought of him in years. Not since that time, when she was just a little girl running along the docks. She never believed she would see him again.

He had changed—and a lot.

He was taller, stronger… his body marked by the sea and by battles. And though she would never admit it out loud, he was attractive.

…even if his clothes were still terrible.

“Open shirt, shorts, and cheap sandals. How horrible.”

And yet… there was something about him that unsettled her. An uncomfortable feeling, different from the empty admiration she always received. Intrigue.

Glinda shook her head sharply.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she told herself. “I’m getting married in two days. My life will be perfect. I’ll never see that pirate again.”

She turned away, leaving the balcony and the sea behind.

The sun shone high over Ozland, bathing the pale stone streets and flower-filled balconies in light. The city was alive—more than usual—as if it knew something important was approaching.

Glinda walked arm in arm with Fiyero, moving gracefully through the crowd.

“Glinda! Glinda!” the children shouted, running around her. “Witch Glinda!” men and women said, bowing their heads in admiration.

She responded with wide smiles, small waves of her hand, and impeccable poise, as if the entire world were her stage. Her pink dress fluttered softly with every step.

Fiyero walked beside her, upright and elegant, merely nodding whenever someone greeted them.

“Fiyero, you have to see the final design of my dress,” Glinda said excitedly. “It has layers and silver details. It will be the most beautiful dress Ozland has ever seen.”

“Uh-huh… sounds… lovely,” he replied, not really looking at her, his eyes scanning the streets and buildings.

Glinda didn’t seem to notice.

After a few more steps, Fiyero spoke again, this time in an apparently casual tone. “Tell me, Glinda… is the grimoire still kept in the castle?”

The world stopped.

A chill ran down Glinda’s spine.

“Th-the… what?” she stammered, stopping abruptly.

Her mind filled with her father’s voice, with old warnings, with secrets that were never meant to be spoken aloud.

How did Fiyero know about the grimoire?

Before she could say anything else, a carefree voice interrupted the scene.

“Well, well… what a coincidence.”

Glinda turned sharply.

In front of them stood Shanks, his hands in his pockets, a relaxed smile on his face, and a straw hat resting on his head.

“Hello, princess,” he greeted casually.

“You again, Shanky?!” she snapped immediately, frowning. “Don’t you have an entire sea to bother, pirate?”

Shanks chuckled softly.

“It’s Shanks—and I’m glad to see you’re still so kind.”

“Pff…” someone laughed behind the redhead. “Shanky?”

“Our princess here seems to have trouble remembering names,” Shanks explained to his crew.

“It’s not that I don’t remember—it’s just that I don’t care,” the girl replied with a shrug.

Some of the pirates laughed.

“So, this is the famous witch, boss?” Yasopp asked.

“The very one,” Shanks replied.

The pirates looked at her with surprise.

“Wow…” Lucky Roux murmured. “She’s even prettier than they said.”

Glinda laughed, tossing her blonde hair with one hand. “I know, Shanky’s crew. My beauty is incomparable.”

Shanks shook his head, “Anyway, these are the members of my crew: Ben, Hongo, Yasopp, Lucky Roux, Lime Juice, Building Snake, Bonk Punch, and Monster.”

“Pleasure to meet you, princess,” Yasopp smiled.

Glinda examined them one by one.

Benn Beckman. Tall, serious, black-haired, with an imposing presence that seemed to weigh down the air. His eyes were calm but intimidating, like those of someone who had seen too many battles. He did not smile.

Hongo, a young man with a relaxed posture and a gentle smile, who clearly showed concern for the other members of the crew.

Beside him was Yasopp himself—tall and lean, a bandana on his head and a sharp gaze, that of an expert marksman who seemed to observe everything calmly.

Casually eating as if nothing were happening was Lucky Roux, stocky, round-cheeked, and constantly smiling, always with something in his hand or mouth. Glinda grimaced in disgust as bits of food fell from him.

Next to him, Lime Juice, a young blond man wearing strange white gloves, looked around the streets with curiosity, along with Building Snake and Gab, both quite tall.

Then there was Bonk Punch, a man with the strange smile, holding in his arms… was that a monkey?

“You have a monkey in your crew?” Glinda asked, half amazed, half disgusted.

“Bonk and Monster are our musicians,” Lucky replied with a grin. “They’re both very pleasant!”

Glinda stared, stunned.

“A monkey playing instruments…” she whispered.

Fiyero, who had remained on the sidelines, stepped forward.

“I am Fiyero, her fiancé,” he said, carefully assessing Shanks. “I’ve heard you’re a pirate. How was your journey?”

Shanks inclined his head slightly, calm. “Nothing special. I’m barely a rookie pirate.”

“I see,” Fiyero replied, locking eyes with the redhead.

The air tightened.

There were no harsh words or sudden gestures, but something invisible collided between the two men. A silent pressure that everyone felt…

Glinda looked from one man to the other, unable to understand what was happening before her eyes.

At that moment, the kingdom bell rang loudly.

Dong— Dong— Dong.

“Midday!” Glinda exclaimed, as if waking from a dream. “Fiyero! I almost forgot! We have to go to the castle—we need to choose the wedding banquet.”

She enthusiastically took the prince by the arm.

“See you… Shanky’s pirates,” she said as she turned to leave.

Fiyero inclined his head toward Shanks and his crew. “A pleasure.”

And as she walked away, Glinda turned back just once more, casting a quick, almost involuntary glance at the red-haired pirate.

The afternoon slowly fell over Ozland, painting its white towers in golden hues. However, inside the castle, the usual brightness seemed dimmed.

Glinda walked through the long corridors accompanied by maids who chattered endlessly about fabrics, flowers, and wedding songs. She smiled, nodded, made polite comments… but her mind was far away.

Again and again, the image of the red-haired pirate returned to her thoughts: his calm smile, his attentive gaze, that strange feeling he had left in her chest.

Focus. This is everything you’ve always wanted.— she thought.

When she reached her room, the maids withdrew. Silence filled the space. Glinda let out a sigh she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Meanwhile, in another section of the castle, Fiyero walked with firm, silent steps. His charming smile and carefree demeanor were gone. His eyes moved cautiously, memorizing corridors, counting guards, observing closed doors engraved with the symbol “OZ.”

“So this is where they hide it…” he murmured.

He stopped in front of a large stone door adorned with runes worn down by time. He placed his hand on it, smiling faintly. “The Grimoire of Ozland… soon it will be mine.”

A noise made him turn. Footsteps.

Fiyero quickly stepped back, melting into the shadows just as two guards passed by, noticing nothing unusual. When the hallway fell silent again, the prince was gone.

At the port, far from the castle, Shanks watched the lights of Ozland from a nearby hill. His arms were crossed, his brow slightly furrowed.

“So, Shanky, huh?” Lime Juice asked with amusement. “That princess is something—but for some reason, I like her.”

Shanks sighed with a smile.

“Same here,” Yasopp laughed. “But that prince…”

Benn Beckman lit a cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke. “That Fiyero… he doesn’t walk like a man in love. He walks like someone measuring distances.”

Shanks smiled faintly, but there was no humor in his expression. “I told you.”

“Are you going to intervene, boss?” Yasopp asked, curious.

Shanks shook his head. “Not yet. But I’ll be watching.”

The crew simply watched their captain, thoughtful about the events of the day.

Back in the castle, late into the night, Glinda walked alone through a rarely used corridor. She didn’t know why she was there. Something had compelled her to leave her room—a tight, uneasy feeling in her chest.

The castle creaked softly, as if it were breathing.

Then she heard it.

A metallic sound. A whisper.

Glinda stopped in front of an ancient, nearly forgotten door. Her heart began to pound.

“H-Hello…?” she asked softly.

There was no answer.

Suddenly, a shadow crossed the corridor at the far end. Fast. Silent.

Glinda took a step back, swallowing hard.

For the first time in her life, the Castle of Ozland—her home, her perfect stage—no longer felt safe.

Fate had just struck its first blow.

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summary: The Red Force arrives in Ozland. The rookie pirate have a funny but strange reunion with Glinda and his fiancé, but Shanks does not trust Fiyero at all.

pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader

words: 2145

music: young and beautiful - lana del rey

The Red Force moved steadily across the calm waters of the North Blue, and on its deck there wasn’t a single soul who wasn’t smiling.

“Look at that!” one of the pirates shouted, pointing toward the horizon.

“You can already see the island!” “Ozland!” “The kingdom of magic!” “I can’t wait to see Glinda!”

Excitement spread like wildfire. Laughter, bets, and exaggerated comments filled the air as the ship drew closer to its destination.

Yasopp, leaning against the railing with his rifle slung over his shoulder, glanced sideways at the captain. “Hey, boss. You’ve been here before, right? What’s Ozland really like?”

Before Shanks could answer, Lucky Roux—casually chewing on a piece of meat—joined in. “Yeah, boss. Is there really magic, or just good food?”

Shanks let out a soft laugh and turned his gaze to the sea. For a moment, the wind seemed to carry old voices with it.

He remembered King Albert’s booming laughter. Queen Jules, with her serene smile. And of course, he also remembered that cute blonde girl with a grin.

“It’s a good place,” he finally said. “Better than it looks.”

He gave no further explanation.

The port of Ozland appeared before them like a living painting. Soft-colored buildings rose near the docks, flags waved in the wind, and the sounds of the kingdom reached all the way out to sea. The Red Force slowed and calmly made it to the port. The pirates watched attentively, turning their heads from side to side, absorbing every detail.

“All right!” Shanks said as he stepped off the ship. “Listen up, everyone.”

His officers gathered around him.

“Behave,” he continued, wearing a smile that allowed no argument. “This kingdom is highly respected by pirates and visitors from all seas. I don’t want any trouble!”

“Yes, boss!” they replied in unison.

Benn lit a cigarette while looking at Shanks. “What are you going to do, boss?”

“Take a walk,” Shanks answered with a smile. “I want to remember old times.”

Shanks began walking away from the dock.

The streets of Ozland welcomed him with the same salty scent and warmth he remembered. Every step awakened buried memories: distant laughter, voices from the past, promises that no longer existed.

He walked calmly, looking at shop windows, balconies, plazas.

It’s been a long time — he thought.

After a few minutes, the red-haired pirate found himself outside Ozland’s castle, which was still as imposing as in his memories. Guards stood at the entrance and tensed when they saw him, recognizing an unfamiliar figure.

“Halt,” one of them said.

Before they could advance, a deep voice stopped them.

“That’s enough.”

The gates slowly opened.

The King of Ozland appeared, his royal cape fluttering gently in the wind. His eyes met Shanks’s… and stayed there.

Shanks smiled. “It’s been a long time, King Albert.”

For a second, silence seemed to take over the place. Then Albert stepped forward with a booming laugh and wrapped Shanks in a hug so strong it nearly knocked the air out of him.

“Ha, ha, ha! Look at you! You’re no longer that brat from the Oro Jackson—you’re a man now!”

Behind him, Queen Jules approached with calm steps, her eyes shining. “Forgive him for that. Albert has been very dramatic lately.”

Shanks smiled. “Your Majesty.”

“You’ve grown so much, Shanks,” she replied warmly.

Shanks’s smile softened.

Albert released him and looked him up and down. “So you’re a captain now, huh?”

“A rookie one,” Shanks admitted, scratching the back of his neck, “but with a good crew.”

Albert laughed. “Come on in! We have many things to talk about, young man!”

The three of them entered the castle.

Shanks looked around in awe as the kings led him into a hall. They sat around a table, and a servant appeared with drinks. Albert raised his mug.

“To old times,” he said, “and to those who are no longer with us.”

They clinked mugs.

Shanks closed his eyes for a second before drinking.

“So tell me, what have you been up to since then?” Albert asked attentively.

Shanks smiled—that wide, free smile that had always defined him. “I’ve sailed seas I never imagined. I’ve met dangerous people… and incredible ones. I’ve lost, I’ve won, and I keep moving forward.”

Jules nodded. “That’s the path of a true pirate. I’m very happy for you.”

Albert leaned his elbows on the table. “Roger talked about you a lot. He said that one day you’d choose your own path.”

Shanks lowered his gaze slightly. “I hope I haven’t let him down.”

“You haven’t,” Albert replied firmly. “You’re alive, you’re still sailing… and you’re still smiling. That says a lot.”

A strange peace filled the room—the kind that only exists between people who shared something irreplaceable.

“Ozland will always have a place for you, Shanks,” Jules said softly. “You may stay as long as you like.”

Shanks looked up and smiled gratefully. “Thank you. Coming back here… makes me feel like some things haven’t been lost.”

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by a clear, hurried female voice echoing through the hall.

“Father!”

The door flew open and Glinda appeared, running in while lifting her pink dress slightly so she wouldn’t trip. She rushed straight to King Albert, wrapping her arms around him without even looking at who else was in the room.

“Everything is going perfectly!” she said with a radiant smile. “The wedding arrangements are almost ready, and the dress is beautiful. I can’t wait for the day to arrive!”

Albert laughed fondly, resting a hand on his daughter’s head. “I see you’re full of energy, as always.”

Meanwhile, Shanks remained silent.

His eyes never left her.

Glinda.

The blonde girl who used to run along the docks was gone. In front of him stood a tall, elegant young woman, with the bearing of a queen in the making. Her golden hair shone under the hall’s light, her features had matured, and her presence filled the space naturally.

Wow… She’s grown so much… and become incredibly beautiful—Shanks thought.

Glinda kept talking, completely unaware of the pirate’s gaze.

“Fiyero said the neighboring kingdom will send fireworks,” she continued excitedly. “It’ll be a wedding no one will ever forget!”

That was when Queen Jules gave a gentle clearing of her throat. “Glinda, dear. Before you continue, there’s someone you should greet.”

Glinda frowned slightly and turned her head reluctantly, “Huh?”

Jules pointed to Shanks. “This is Shanks, the apprentice of the King of the Pirates, Gol D. Roger. He was here many years ago.”

Glinda’s brown eyes landed on him for the first time. She looked him up and down with clear disinterest.

“Oh, really?” she said without emotion. “Charmed, I suppose. I’m Glinda.”

She gave a small bow—proper, but empty.

Shanks couldn’t help laughing. “BA HA HA HA. You’re just as egocentric as you were when you were a kid.”

Glinda opened her mouth indignantly and crossed her arms. “Excuse me?”

She examined him from head to toe… and frowned.

“Oh, I remember who you are now… You’re that tasteless boy who came here with those pirates ages ago.”

She fixed her blonde hair with one hand.

“I see you still have terrible taste in clothes. Those sandals don’t match your shorts, and that white shirt shouldn’t be open. This is a palace, not a beach.”

Shanks looked at her with a smile. “Are you flirting with me, princess? I could show you more if you want.”

Glinda’s mouth fell open as she blushed. “I’m engaged!”

Albert burst into loud laughter.

“Ha, ha, ha! What a delightful meeting!”

Glinda crossed her arms and tilted her head, as if something had just occurred to her.

“Hey, and where’s that clown? What was his name… Bugoin? Bongo?”

Shanks couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“BA HA HA!” He clutched his stomach. “His name’s still Buggy, and he’s still just as noisy as ever.”

“Ah, Buggy…” she repeated without much interest. “What a shame. I thought he might have disappeared by now.”

Albert laughed again while Jules shook her head in resignation.

Glinda turned her attention back to Shanks, studying him with a curious smile. “So tell me, Shanky,” she said with a hint of superiority, “did you come all this way for my wedding?”

Shanks shrugged, smiling calmly. “It’s Shanks. And honestly, my crew wanted to see Ozland. I just… took advantage of the trip.”

Glinda made a small “hm” and looked away, clearly pleased but pretending indifference.

At that moment, the hall doors opened.

“Glinda?”

A male voice—elegant and firm—echoed through the room.

Prince Fiyero entered with confident steps. Tall, distinguished, neatly styled brown hair, and blue eyes that seemed to shine under the light. His smile was impeccable, practiced.

“Fiyero!” Glinda exclaimed, and without thinking she ran to him, clinging to his arm. “I was just talking about the wedding!”

“I’m glad to see you so excited,” he replied, placing a hand over hers.

While everyone exchanged polite greetings, Shanks said nothing.

His eyes were fixed on Fiyero.

He couldn’t explain why, but something didn’t sit right. Maybe it was the way he surveyed the room—calculating. Or the way his smile never reached his eyes. Or that faint glimmer of ambition Shanks had learned to recognize after years at sea.

Shanks narrowed his eyes as Glinda laughed beside her fiancé, unaware of the unease quietly growing next to her. Shanks said nothing, but he watched—observing details.

When Glinda laughed, Fiyero smiled afterward. When she spoke, he nodded… but his eyes weren’t on her face. They roamed the room, counting exits, measuring distances.

Shanks frowned slightly.

At one point, Glinda stepped away to speak with a lady of the court. Fiyero, believing himself out of prying eyes, sighed impatiently and muttered, “Come on, Glinda, don’t wander off so far…”

Shortly after, Fiyero approached King Albert with a courteous, overly polished smile. “Your Majesty, I must say the castle is magnificent. I wonder… how is the security at night? Especially in the older wings.”

Albert answered naturally, without suspicion—but Shanks missed nothing.

“And the kingdom’s relics?” Fiyero added, as if asking out of simple curiosity. “I’ve heard Ozland safeguards… unique objects.”

Shanks no longer had any doubts.

That wasn’t princely curiosity.

It was calculated interest.

Not long after, Shanks took his leave.

“It’s been good seeing you again,” he said to the kings with a sincere smile. “Roger would’ve been happy to know Ozland still stands.”

Albert placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “And we’ll always be grateful to Roger… and to you, Shanks. I hope to see you again, young man.”

Jules nodded gently. “Take care. The sea is not a kind place.”

Shanks turned to Glinda. “Good luck with your wedding, princess!”

She barely looked at him, more focused on Fiyero and courtly chatter. “Uh-huh, yeah,” she replied disinterestedly, waving her hand.

He found his crew in a bar near the port—loud and full of laughter. Lucky Roux already had a plate in each hand, Yasopp chatted animatedly with a local musician, and Benn Beckman smoked silently, leaning against the wall.

“Boss!” Yasopp shouted. “Drink, drink!”

Shanks sat across from them, grabbing a beer from the table.

“That prince…” he said bluntly. “I don’t like him.”

Yasopp raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Don’t tell me you’re jealous, boss.”

Shanks took a long swig of his beer. “He asks too many questions. About the castle, the security… relics.”

Benn Beckman slowly exhaled smoke.

“He’s not the kind of man who asks questions out of courtesy,” Shanks continued. “He’s the kind who plans.”

The mood grew more serious.

“And on top of that,” Shanks added, “…I’ve got a strange feeling. Like something is about to break.”

“He’s clearly jealous,” Yasopp muttered to Lucky Roux, who nodded while eating.

Ben Beckman took another drag from his cigarette. “You’re not the only one who feels it, boss.”

Not far from there, Fiyero walked alone.

His steps were calm, but his gaze moved cautiously, making sure no one followed him. He turned down a narrow street, then another, until he vanished into a dark alley between stone buildings.

Only then, he smiled.

He pulled a small blue Den Den Mushi from his pocket and slowly opened it.

“Is everything ready?” a distorted voice asked on the other end.

Fiyero closed his eyes, pleased.

“More than ready,” he replied with a crooked smile. “The kingdom trusts me… and so does the witch.”

“Then… begin the plan.”

The Den Den Mushi let out a soft puru puru as Fiyero looked toward the castle rising in the distance.

“Let it begin. Ozland is about to awaken… whether it likes it or not.”

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