#redsearascal

  for  the  most  part,  perona  isn’t  too  excited  by  random  strangers  intruding  ,  especially  if  that  person  was  SHANKS  .  the  princess  shivers  from  all  the  times  he  messed  with  her  .  still  ,  mihawk  isn’t  home ,  the  idiot  zoro  was  now  somewhere  in  the  new  world.  

               perona  welcomes  the  distraction.  

pink  hues  turn  to  study  the  red-head,  (   he  was  COMFORTABLY  making  himself  at  home  ,  slouching  over  the  couch  )  and  she  wonders  if  he  went  out  of  his  way  just  to  make  sure  she  was  doing  okay,  especially  after  she  had  her  meltdown in  front  of  him.  she’s  touched.  &  even  though  she’s  not  sure  why  she  did  it  (  it’s  almost  like  an  odd  wave  of  AFFECTION  took  over  )  the  princess  goes  up  to  him  and  places  a  hand  on  his  forehead.  it’s  as  if  she’s  thanking  him  ,  without  actually  speaking,  that  is.

♡ shanks // a matter of taste

Morgan found herself dumbfounded by the man’s commentary, wits struggling to believe such words had been spoken to her anyone, in the first place; and by none other than Shanks himself to boot. Globally recognised prowess or not, she would not concede to any man demeaning her high maintenance looks under the name of jealousy towards another woman or himself, calumny and slander.

If she had to be jealous of anything thus owned by him, Morgan would be covetous only of his status and authority, were she so ambitious yet. But Morgan’s mind was at peace with the commitment she would come to inherit and in her heart there was nought but warmth for her beloved island and people. The lady truly appreciated her very status of South Blue nobility. 

If only a small fragment of her did not wish for release and that sense of freedom only the sea and a life of wandering across it could offer… Still, she did not trouble herself with the conquests of others and the shadow they might cast over her own.

On the matter of fashion, though, and while she reminded herself not to act conceited, for humility was beautiful in all things earthly, Morgan did take pride in her curated image and the favourable reputation it garnered amongst those who got acquainted with her likeness, even if by indirect means.

Now, and this she swore, Morgan would never be seen wearing a pair of trousers such as those Shanks wore; trousers that, one might add in the manner of a side commentary, put his hairy legs on glorious display. The absence of hair of the female legs would do nothing to improve the looks of the aforementioned clothing.

In fact, she thought Shanks’s trousers so abhorrent an item Morgan was sure she would rather face the noose than being publicly seen wearing a similar pair even if it exempted her from crimes of piracy and saved her beautiful neck from the loop. 

❝ I beg your pardon? ❞ Her every syllable transpired with the unpleasant aroma of offence, duly taken and impossible to conceal. But she had to measure her words still, for she was an heiress in the presence of an Emperor and civilities had to be considered, no matter how many points Shanks’s move scored in a scale of imbecility.

Maintaining the grace her status demanded, but still letting the fiery will that burned in every Shipwrecker’s heart surface the words for air, Morgan commented, coolly, ❝ Even if I lived for a thousand years, I would not be jealous of your cropped trousers. Of your choices of shoewear, I shan’t even speak. ❞ 

Try as she might, she could not deny, though, Shanks did look good. Very good. 

✿ tweet meme ✿ didn’t reblog so I guess not accepting but I’ll do this one anw ✿

this entire situation is hilarious to me for several reasons which is 1) as a former pirate hunter i’m sure zoro knows about shanks’ reputation like this doesn’t come up much in the story anymore but i just can’t imagine he HASN’T heard abt the yonko ( as far as he could ) during those times and if only bc he’s heard stories from other bounty hunters. 2) this goes along w a largely positive image i’d imagine he’d have from luffy talking fondly abt shanks? so yea while he doesn’t imagine a necessarily ‘nice guy’ ™—they’re all pirates after all—but he must be decent enough if luffy’s judgment says so.

♡ shanks // sorry if it bothers your majesty

(preamble) The reply ahead is a bit crack-ish. I could only imagine two scenarios for this prompt: conflict or something more intimate, so I went with the former.

Any other day, any other time, Morgan would not have it in her to sass any of the four Emperors of the sea. An exception, however, could be made when caught under enemy fire.

The deck was abuzz as the crew shuffled about to take position. Someone was bound to warn the captain and have the crew await further instructions from his mouth once immediate responsive and prophylactic measures were underway.  As a guest onboard, it was not Morgan’s role to hurry to the captain’s chambers and sound the alarm.

(Furthermore, she was a lady and any woman who adopted the noun as though it were an epithet ought not to rush to a man’s most private quarters, emergency or no emergency.)

What would people think? Morgan’s presence on the ship was already ludicrous and inexplicable as it was; Morgan herself could not remember how she had been shanghaied into this. There was the vague hint of merrymaking at the back of last night’s memories and who’d dare to say no to a king’s personal invitation?

Morgan pushed aside the urge to rationalize how and why this had come to being and gave way to far more pressing matters. Gunshots and cannon fire wheezed overhead as the ammo cut the air from port side, so far taking no casualties with them.

Shanks’s voice coming from behind startled her. It sounded so unused it gave away his masterful ability to cling to a cot and replenishing sleep combo in spite of the commotion on the Red Force. A true talent that would have to go unadmired for the time being. If Morgan gave it a minute’s thought, she would conclude there was no reason for her to find the captain’s mistaking the battle for a party that astonishing — aside from the bellic noises, the ruckus was pretty similar to the one caused by the crewmen in the previous night’s party, again a hazy recollection sitting in the corner of the woman’s mind.

His first input was a commentary on the improper hour such a big fuss should bother him, as if there was such a thing as a scheduled timing for a fight between pirate crews — though, knowing her own father, Morgan could see this happening if both captains were gentlemen with a heated quarrel to settle in a dramatic fashion, silhouetted against the rising sun — or as if it was Morgan’s fault he had been snatched from his bed to play warlord.

Though sure Shanks would rub the sleep off his eyes and act his part in a second, as any good captain would, the comment vexed the woman, infuriated her enough to have her reply a cheeky ❝ I am sorry. Next time there’s a war on, I’ll make sure to ask for a better scheduling that causes no conflict with your rest, Captain Shanks. ❞

Later, Morgan would be mortified to learn she had uttered such words and become fully red of the face, extending the colour of her lips all across it, for she had had the audacity to be impertinent with so great a man.

For now, though, circumstances called for action and Morgan would not step down and cower away from it. For better or for worse, this was something she was not used to doing and her own female fashions instead of a man’s disguise did not change that. It did not matter that she was not part of the crew — to come to the host’s assistance in a time of need was a matter of honour. 

Though a lady in every regard, Morgan was still a pirate. The fact this dichotomy of her person was usually ignored served as an advantage rather than constituting a nuisance.

Her hand ran down her skirt to meet with its hem and yank it up to show a generous bit of thigh but, more importantly, half of her arsenal: a flintlock strapped to her leg under the skirt that did such a good job at keeping it hidden with no visible suspicious volume. A twin item was retrieved from her other limb in the same manner.

❝ Waiting for your orders, Captain. ❞

"I have never met this man personally, but his reputation precedes him. He is a powerful pirate and is the Captain of the Red Hair Pirates. However, I believe that he must be a kind person. Luffy... follows his example, after all. That precious hat he carries is his symbol and promise to that pirate. I believe he must have taught Luffy the most important thing about being a pirate... and maybe even a person.

Luffy is kind, free and strong. And that is how I believe Shanks to be like as well.”

@redsearascal