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While I'm mentioning Sour Bill and Shank I'd like to remind the Fandom:
King Candy is canonically polite to both these two:
Bill
Shank
I've seen people portray him as
A: mean to Bill (he never is in the movie even when it would be easy to be) He's always gentle and considerate of him when they interact and his anger is never POINTED at Bill.
Or B: disregarding or disrespectful to women (he even calls her ma'am!) The new Disney Hero's game has even more of how polite and considerate he is to ladies so there's that too!
So HOORAY for cannon manners! He wouldn't BE a good villain if he was just a brute!
Sexiest Podcast Character 2026 â Preliminaries â Hello From The Hallowoods
Note: Danielle O'Hara has received two submissions and thus bypasses the preliminaries.
Who is sexier?
Shank
Shelby Allen
Propaganda
Shank:
Shank is an 8ft pig man. He wears a clown costume (hot) with a âkiss the chef apronâ (hot) and latex gloves (hot). He is often covered in blood splatters (also hot) from brutally killing terrorist, child abusers and those who harm defenceless people and animals.
Heâs a slaughterhouse man, and like to watch the light bleed from your eyes as you change from soul to meat.
Shelby Allen:
Shelby is incredibly stong, carries and cleaver on her at all times, call hot by her girlfriend many times and does some pretty incredible thing to save said girlfriend and believes kiss her (Shelby) must be like kissing a corpse.
For the record I never liked you /lyrc
Yall NEED to check out Street Catz and Gameboycat(creator) please itâs genuinely so intriguing and wacky

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Real man
Word count: 2100 Characters: Shanks x female reader Plot: Everybody always had the time of their life on the Red Force at night, but Y/N tonight seems sad, even if she usually dances all night. The crew is concerned about her behavior and Shanks tries to investigate: he finds out that she is heartbroken because her boyfriend left her. He tries to console her: one day the right man, a real man, will come and love her as she deserves. But what if he's that man?
Authorâs note: Honestly? Iâm in love with how this turned out, but I am mortified about the length. Words just kept flowing out of my fingers and I couldnât stop. I hope you enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing it, even if itâs a bit sad. Also, there are references to a bit of age gap (imagine late twenties â early forties), I hope no one will be concerned or offended. Let me know if you like it and as always, english is not my first language, so I apologise if something is wrong.Â
The deck of the Red Force was alive with music, laughter, and the clink of tankards filled to the brim with rum. The crew swayed and stumbled in time to the music, their voices raised in raucous cheer. It was a scene Shanks had orchestrated countless times beforeâa night of celebration, letting loose under the stars, sailing with nothing but freedom on the horizon. But tonight felt different. Y/N sat apart from the crowd, her back against one of the shipâs sturdy masts, knees pulled up to her chest. Her gaze drifted over the crew as they danced and shouted, lost in their revelry, but her heart wasnât in it. She clenched her tankard in both hands, staring into the dark liquid inside it as if it might hold some answers, something to make her feel better and fill the hollow ache inside her.
But it didnât.
âOi, Y/N!â Yasopp called from the center of the party, swaying slightly with a grin on his face. âWhere are you hiding? Youâre the true queen of parties!â
Shanks was beside him, his arm slung lazily over the sniperâs shoulder, his laughter booming across the deck. âSheâs probably nursing that drink,â Shanks called out, his voice teasing. âLast time she got lucky, but deep down she knows she canât outdrink me!â
âStill canât accept that you are not the best drinker on the ship, eh Shanks?,â Benn teased him, as he took a long drag out of his cigarette.
That had been the gameâY/N and Shanks facing off in drinking contests, him always so sure that heâd win, and her always proving him wrong. Despite her small frame, she had a resilience, a fire inside her that burned bright enough to match his. But tonight, that fire was dim. Y/N forced a weak smile and raised her tankard half-heartedly in their direction, but she didnât get up. Yasopp caught the look in her eyes, his grin fading slightly, and nudged Shanks in the ribs.
âSomethingâs off,â Yasopp muttered, lowering his voice. Shanks watched her more closely now: the tension in her shoulders, the way her gaze kept drifting out to the horizon instead of to the party. Heâd noticed it earlier, how she had been quieter, distant, her usual sharp retorts and bright laughter absent from the night, but he thought it was just a moment, a sudden tiredness that had momentarily slowed down her tireless spirit.
He crossed the deck, his noisy flipflops on the wood, stopping just in front of her. She looked up, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and tried to smile again, but it faltered.Â
âMind if I join you?â Shanks asked, his voice softer now.
Y/N shrugged, scooting over to make room. He sat beside her, his larger frame casting a long shadow over her. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the noise of the party feeling oddly distant despite being just a few feet away. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. âYou should be out there,â he said, nodding toward the party. âDancing. Drinking. Outdrinking Yasopp and me of course, even though Iâll never admit it.â
Y/N managed a small smile but didnât turn to face him. âNot tonight, Captain.â
Shanks frowned. He wasnât used to this side of her. Y/N was always the one pulling others out of their funks, the one who lit up a room with a laugh that could make even the most serious men crack a smile. He hated seeing her like thisâquiet, withdrawn, a far cry from the lively woman he had grown to care about far more than he should have. Shanks tipped his head back, looking at the stars, then glanced sideways at her. âSo,â he began, keeping his tone light, âyou planning on moping all night, or are you gonna tell me whatâs got you looking like Benn stealing your last glass of rum that time?â
She let out a short, humorless laugh and shook her head. âItâs nothing.â
âItâs not nothing if itâs making you sit out a party,â Shanks said, nudging her with his shoulder. âCome on, spit it out.â
Y/N bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the tankard. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure if she wanted to let the words spill out. But Shanks was patient, his presence warm and steady beside her, and finally, she sighed, her voice barely above a whisper.
âJim broke up with me,â she said quietly, her voice barely audible above the wind.
Shanks raised an eyebrow. âThat idiot? I shouldâve thrown him overboard the first time I saw himâ. He tried to keep his usual calm tone, but his voice was hardening despite his attempt to stay calm.
Despite herself, Y/N let out a small laugh. âHe was⌠charming. At first.â
âCharm doesnât make up for being an asshole,â Shanks said bluntly. He paused, his tone shifting into something more serious. âWould you like to tell me what happened?â
Y/N hesitated, then sighed again, looking down at her hands. âHe said I wasnât enough for him. Said I was too⌠childish. That I didnât know what it meant to be in a real relationship, not serious enough for true commitment. Said I wasnât worth the trouble.â
Shanksâ face darkened, a rare flash of anger crossing his features. âHe doesnât know a thing about you. Youâre better off without him.â
âThat's perfect, 'cause he dumped me,â she said, her voice cracking just slightly at the end.
Shanks knew Y/N had been seeing this guy, a merchant, if he remembered correctly â in one of the port towns of the Island they were staying. Tall, good-looking in that clean-cut, boring sort of way. He had never liked him, though he hadnât said anything to Y/N about it. He watched her leave the ship when they had free time, saying she was going to see him. For two months straight, he always greeted her with a smile, but his feeling were a different story. Sheâs young, he used to tell himself. Sheâs just like you when you were younger, she should be having fun. You are just her old captain. Let her be.
Now, knowing what had happened, he felt a surge of anger. He wished he had told her sooner that he knew that guy was no good for her. But the inability to tell if his instinct were right as usual, or if this time jealousy had won him over, forced him to stay silent. Shanks felt a hot burst of fury in his chest. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep it from showing, but it was thereâsharp and sudden.Â
âThat idiot doesnât know what the hell heâs talking about,â Shanks said, his voice rougher than he intended. âHeâs blind if he canât see how lucky he was to be near someone who is joufyll like you. If he canât handle you living your life on your own terms, then heâs not worth the salt in his veinsâ.
Y/Nâs lip trembled, and she looked away quickly, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. âI know, I just⌠it just feels like⌠like maybe thereâs something wrong with me. My parents used to tell me too, you knowâ she said, making the alcohol in her glass dangerously move. âYouâre too loud,â she tried to emulate the disappointed tone of her motherâs voice, after having chugged all she had in her glass. âYou canât take life seriously,â she repeated once again, feeling her motherâs stare on her. Y/N took the half empty bottle of rum Shanks had in his hands, pouring the dark liquor in her tankard once again.
Shanks felt a pang in his chest, seeing her like this. She was always the one laughing, teasing, strong in a way that made the world seem lighter just by being in it. Seeing her doubt herselfâseeing her hurt like thisâmade him want to punch something, or better yet, find that merchant and make him regret ever crossing her path.
He wanted to maker her feel better again, so Shanks tried for levity, leaning back on his elbows with a sigh. âSounds like you dodged a cannonball to me you know,â he said, his voice dipping into that easy, familiar drawl. âCan you imagine? Spending your life with a man like that? Heâd probably make you wear fancy dresses and drink tea at noon. You'd be already asleep at this hourâ.
Y/N let out a snort of laughter, despite herself, but it quickly turned into a quiet sob. She pressed her hands to her face, shoulders shaking, and Shanksâ heart twisted in his chest. He hated seeing her like thisâso small, so vulnerable. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light but firm. âHey,â he said, his voice gentle now, the teasing gone. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have joked about it. You know me, I canât take life seriously either,â tried to joke once more.
She shook her head, lowering her hands from her face, smiling to him through tears. âNo, itâs not that, Iâm fineâ, she explained, watching the look of concern growing on Shankâs face. âSeriously, Iâm fine. I knew it wasnât going to last, I justâŚâ she stayed silent for a second, trying to gather the right words. She tried to catch breath, trying not to hate herself more than she was already doing. First, the thing with that idiot, now this: crying in front of her Captain, looking so weak and soâŚso ugly, with her eyes red, the snot coming out of her nose, the puffy face. She started slowing down her breath, but this was just too much so she let another deep sob escape her. Â
Shanksâ hand lingered on her shoulder for a moment longer, then slid down her arm until their fingers brushed. He hesitated, torn between the urge to comfort her and the gnawing uncertainty that had been eating at him for weeksâhis feelings for her, the tension between them that he had tried to ignore. Shanks felt a knot tighten in his chest. Of course, that dumbass wasnât worth it. The man was a fool for leaving her, for not seeing what Shanks had seen in her all along. But how could he say that? How could he tell her what was really on his mind?
He didnât trust himself to speak, so instead, he took her by the arm, leading her away from the noise and the crowd, past the cabins and down the stairs toward a quiet corner of the ship where they wouldnât be disturbed. She followed without protest, though her mind was racing. She had never seen Shanks so serious, so intent on something.
Y/N sat down the last step, Shanks let go of her arm and ran a hand through his red hair, exhaling sharply. He leaned against the wall, staring at the ground, his brow furrowed as if he was struggling with something inside of him. She was young and despite her fierce independence, there was a fragility to her that he didnât want to break. He knew the kind of life he lived wasnât fair to someone like Y/Nâsomeone who chose this life, but indeed deserved stability, safety, a love that didnât come with a price.Â
He took a deep breath, his gaze searching hers. âY/N,â he began, his voice rougher than he intended, âyou deserve better than some fool who canât see how amazing you are. Youâre strong, youâre smart, and youâve got a fire in you that no man should ever try to snuff out. You will hurt tonight, but tomorrow you will be fine, and itâs okay. But trust me, please, you donât have to change for anyone,â the words come quick, like a cascade out of his mouth.Â
Then, he placed his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to him. His chin resting upon her head, her face buried in his chest. Y/N breathing slowed down, finding comfort and warmth in Shanksâ arm. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable, and he felt something break inside him as she quietly whispered something that made him freeze. âI hope I will meet someone as kind as youâ. She absent-mindedly let it slip, her brain incapable of being as sharp as it usually was. Between all the emotions she was feeling, all the sadness bottled up inside trying to come out, she wanât as attentive as always. Shanks couldnât keep this upâthis careful distance he had been maintaining, this charade of just being her captain and friend. Not when she looked at him like that. But he had to.Â
âWhy does it hurt so much?,â she asked, loosening her grip.
âBecause thatâs what we do: we feel things,â he told her, feeling uncomfortable as she started slipping away.
âTell me that it does get better,â she begged him, wiping a tear off her face, in the vain act of regaining some dignity. âTell me that when you grow up you will feel like you know it, like you have it all figured it outâ.
He feels a soft smile coming through his face.Â
âNo, it doesâtâ, he realveas passing his now-sadly-free-hand in his red hair. âItâs just a fucking mess, but trust me, itâs beautiful. It wonât be better, but it will be worth itâ.Â
Shanks starts to move slowly towards the door, about to go out, in desperate need of air or, even better, another drink. He needed to go away, before heâd say â or worst, heâd do â something stupid. Y/N stayed there, smiling and thinking about his answer. As soon as she notices his movements, watching him as he tries to leave, she feels a new wave of sadness hitting her.
âCome back?,â she asks with a wishper, hoping it will be loud enough for him to her her. He turns around, smiling at her softly once again. She signs him to come closer, but he reassures her. âIâll be here in a few seconds, I am just going to grab something to drink for both of us, alright?,â he asks her, incapable of controlling the tenderness in his voice. She nods and sits on the ground, waiting for him. âShanks,â she calls again as he takes a step back, once again. âCan you steal a cigarette from Benn for me?â asked, still her voice shaky. He let out a soft laugh, raising his thumbs at her.
Shanks stepped out of the cabin and closed the door softly behind him, taking a deep breath. The weight of the air felt lighter out here, away from Y/Nâs sorrowful gaze, but the ache in his chest didnât lessen. He ran a hand through his messy red hair, shaking off the vulnerability that had started creeping in while he comforted her. Who would have thought this was were this night was going: he thought that he could just get drunk and have with her and the crew what they usually do but no, that idiot had to break her heart and now there she is, crying and aching, while he tempts to console her, carefully trying to not let his feeling take the best of him.
"Alcohol. Need some alcohol," he muttered to himself as he came on the deck again, the clamor of voices suddenly filling the air.
âOi, Captain!â Lucky Roux called out from where the crew had gathered. His cheerful face was now lined with concern, and the others around him were equally somber. âHowâs Y/N doing? Is she alright?â
âYeah, we saw you and her heading under the deck before,â Yasopp chimed in, leaning against the railing, arms crossed. âWhatâs going on with her? I told you something was off tonightâ.
Shanks sighed, stopping in his tracks. He could feel the weight of his crewâs eyes on him. His men were like family, and they cared about Y/N just as much as he did. Keeping things from them wasnât really an option. Still, this wasnât something he wanted to dive into.
âSheâs... well, itâs about that boy sheâs been seeing,â Shanks said reluctantly, scratching the back of his neck. âBroke things off. Hurt her pretty bad.â The crewâs reactions were immediate. Yasopp let out a low whistle, âThat bastard,â Roux cursed under his breath.
They were all pissed, Y/N wasnât just someone on the ship, she was like their little sister, and her pain was their pain. It had been a year now since she joined their crew. Since that moment, they all felt like the fun and laughter, the alcohol and the joy, had doubled â she worked some trick on them, making them feel as if they were all back in their late twenties.Â
Roux clenched his fists. âWe should teach him a lesson. No one messes with our crew, especially not Y/N.â Shanks held up a hand, his tone even but firm. âNo need for that. Itâs over. And she needs time, not more trouble,â explained, as Y/Nâs heartbreak had become the crewâs problem now, too.
As the others turned to leave, Benn Beckman approached, leaning casually against the doorway, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were sharp, more knowing than most.
"Shanks," Benn called softly, making sure no one else could overhear.Â
âOh you were just the one I was looking for, I need a cig,â Benn raised his eyebrow confused, as Shankes added also his matches in his request.Â
âItâs for her,â he explained. Benn gave him what he needed, shaking his head with a soft smile, thinking about the first time Y/N confessed him she didnât smoke, she was just endlessly smoking her last cigarette.
Shanks and Benn had been friends for so long that words werenât always necessaryâbut when they were spoken, they were always heavy. He stopped and met Benn's gaze. "What are you going to do about it?"
Shanks knew exactly what Benn was asking. He wasnât talking about getting Y/N this cigarette or offering her some comfort. He was asking about the truth Shanks had kept buried for so long. The truth about how he felt about her.Â
Shanks' smile faltered for a moment, a rare crack in his usually carefree demeanor. He shifted his weight, feeling the familiar flutter in his chest whenever he thought about Y/N as something more than just a crewmate. He rubbed his thumb along the rim of his glass, his tone softer now. âNothing she needs right now,â he replied, looking off into the distance as if that might provide some clarity. âSheâs hurt, Benn. She doesnât need more complicationsâ. Bennâs eyes narrowed slightly, but he didnât press further. He understood Shanks better than anyone, even when the red-haired captain didnât fully understand himself.
Shanks sighed, feeling the weight of Bennâs words but knowing there wasnât an easy answer. âSheâs hurting now,â he continued, âThe only thing I care is to make her feel alright as soon as I canâ.
âAnd what about you?â Benn asked, his voice a low murmur, almost swallowed by the sound of the waves against the ship. âWhen will you be alright?â
Shanks didnât respond immediately, his gaze lingering on the closed cabin door where Y/N waited for him. âSheâll be alright,â he repeated, turing away to head back to Y/N with a bottle of rum in hand, the truth hung heavy in the air between them, unspoken but undeniable. Benn watched him go, the cigarette still burning between his fingers, his eyes knowing and weary. He knew Shanks could lie to the crew, and maybe even to Y/N. But lying to himself? That was another battle entirely.
Sheâll be alright and it will be worth it, Shanks repeated himself, softly smiling. When he returned, Y/N looked up at him with those same tear-streaked eyes. And for a brief moment, as he sat down next to her and handed her the cig, he wished that for just once, he could tell her everything. But he couldnât. Not yet. Not when she was already broken. So instead, he smiled, taking a long swig from the bottle, and mentally vowed to stay by her side. Even if it meant keeping his feelings locked away, just a little while longer.
She lit the cigarette taking a long drag, Shanks watching her with a bit of amusement.
âRemember that Iâm letting you smoke under the deck just because this is an emergency,â he tried to lighten the mood once again, while taking another sip. She nodded, puffing out the smoke, âso, when are the rest of the guys going to kick Jimâs ass?,â she casually asked. Shanks turned to her, âI heard what they were saying on the deck, theyâre not exactly quiet you know,â she explained, âRemind me to say thanks to Roux for wanting to step up for me and defend my honor,â she laughed, while grabbing the bottle and pouring her some.
âYouâre smiling a bit,â Shanks noted relieved. âAre you feeling a bit better?â Y/N nodded.Â
âKnew that drinking would have helped you,â he joked.
âMaybe itâs the drink,â she repeated. âOr the cigarette,â she took another drag while Shanks drank a bit more. âOr the fact that whenever I am around you, I can help but laugh,â she added smiling once again, Shanksâ heart skipping a bit for what she had just said.Â
âThank you, I will never thank you enough for this,â she turned to face him, moving towards him, resting â with no warning â her head on his shoulder.Â
âIâm sorry I kinda ruined the partyâs mood tonight,â she continued, finding comfort once again in the cigarette.Â
âWell, you canât always be the life of the party, can you?,â Shanks joked, incapable of stopping himself to enjoy the closeness they were sharing. Before she could speak once again he signed her to be quiet, âI want that to be very clear: you havenât ruined anything. You felt hurt, it happens. I hope you know that itâs not your faultâ, she nodded.
âI truly mean it, Y/N. He was not worth your time or your energy. I think you have shed more tears for him than he deserved. I donât want to see you cry again,â he said, caressing her puffy cheek with his thumb, âunless if itâs about Benn stealing you last drink againâ, he tried to make her smile again. The feeling of her soft skin under his calloused fingers reminded him once again the truth he was trying to avoid: she was a fragile thing, he need to be careful with her.
âYou will find a true man who will take care of you,â he added while he stood up to set some distance between them.Â
âCan you hug me again before you go?â. Shanks froze, her words hanging in the air. He hadnât planned on leaving just yet, but her request for another hugâit was the way she said it, the vulnerability in her voiceâit almost unraveled him. Turning back to her, he hesitated only for a moment before sitting back down, opening his arm. She nestled into his chest, her small frame fitting perfectly against him. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close, and for a moment, everything else fell away.
âI ruined your shirt,â she said noticed the stain she caused with her cries.
âAre you feeling better now?â he asked, looking her in those big eyes, still a bit red for the emotional turmoil of the night. She nodded.
âThen itâs fine,â he answered nodding his head in disbelief, as if he could care about a damn shirt.Â
âWas it worth it?â, she asked suddenly, her tone quiet yet meaningful. Shanks froze for a moment, taken aback. She had repeated his own words from earlier, the ones he had spoken to try and reassure her. Shanks felt his breath hitch slightly. He gently pulled away, giving her a bit of space, though he kept her hand close, his fingers barely brushing against hers, reluctant to lose contact. The look on her soft face was sending his mind into shambles, and suddenly, the air between them felt impossibly thick, each breath heavy with everything left unsaid. His lips parted as if to say something, but the words seemed to falter on the tip of her tongue. Shanksâ heart pounded in his chest, louder than anything else, and he couldnât tear his eyes away from herâhow her eyes still held that same vulnerability, but there was something else now. Something more.Â
âYou are always worth it,â he said finally, his voice low and steady. She blinked up at him, her expression softening as she leaned in just a little closer. âIâm glad,â she whispered, her gaze flickering to his lips for the briefest of moments. It was enough for him to notice, to feel that pull againâthe one that told him he was dangerously close to crossing a line. But it didnât feel dangerous anymore. It felt right. Tell her. Donât tell her, let her rest, you will grow over it. Tell her, it will be worth it.
âIââ Shanks swallowed hard, standing up while feeling his throat tighten. âIâve wanted to say this for a while now, but I wasnât sure if I should. Youâre younger than me, and I know⌠I know Iâm not what people would call a âgood manâ. But Iââ
Before he could finish, she stood up as well, almost facing him. âShanks,â she whispered, her voice trembling. âDonâtâ. He froze, his breath catching in his throat, his heart pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it. He knew it: he shouldnât have let his emotions get the best of him. He should have at least waited until all of this was months behind her. But then she leaned in, closing the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft, but filled with a quiet kind of desperation. He didnât move at first, too stunned by the feel of her against him, until something inside him snapped and he kissed her back, his hand sliding into her soft hair as he pulled her closer. It wasnât a kiss of passionâit was something gentler, more intimate, the beginning of something that had been waiting for a long time to surface. When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Shanks rested his forehead against hers, his heart still racing in his chest.
âIâll show you,â the words urged to come out of his body, he needed to get this out of his chest. âIâll show you how you what a real man does when heâs lucky enough to be with a woman like you. Tell me youâll let me and I will do itâ. Please let me.
Y/N smiled, her eyes bright with something that looked like hope, and she kissed him again, a soft peck on the lips, while her hand rested on the side of his face. Their foreheads remained pressed together, breaths mingling as they stood in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Y/Nâs fingers lightly traced the side of his face, her touch gentle and reverent, like she was afraid to break the delicate spell between them. Her smile wavered slightly, not from doubt but from the overwhelming emotion of it allâthe love she had kept hidden for so long, now finally set free.
"Shanks," she whispered, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the small space between them. "I don't need you to show me anything I havenât seen already". Shanks closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words settle in his chest. When he opened them again, he looked at her with all the certainty he had in the world. His thumb brushed across her cheek.
âI know this wasnât the best timingâ he whispered back, his voice low and rough with emotion. âBut I had to take it off my chest, Y/Nâ.
Her hand lingered against his skin, her heart thudding in her chest as she searched his face for any sign of hesitationâbut there was none. There was only love, plain and simple. It was so clear now, as if it had always been there, waiting for them to recognize it. She caressed his scar, making him shiver due to her gentle touch. He wasnât used to this.Â
For a long moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with everything unspoken. And then, in a quiet voice that seemed to crack with vulnerability, Y/N whispered, âI donât want you to think that I am doing this out of sadness. Iâve always thought this. You. Us â something more than the strong bond we shared before, but I felt so dumb and inappropriate, how was I supposed toââ
Shanks tilted her chin up gently, his gaze unwavering as he leaned in closer, their lips just a breath apart. âIt doesnât matter now,â he murmured. He kissed her again, once again with a slow tenderness that made her melt into him, her body soft against his. His hand slid up to the back of her neck, his fingers gripping slightly as if he was holding on for dear life, afraid that if he let go, she would disappear. But she didnât, she held him close, her hand still on his cheek, pulling him tighter against her. When they finally broke apart again, Shanks leaned back just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with an intensity that made Y/Nâs breath hitch in her throat. âI meant what I said,â he told her, his voice low but steady. âI want to take care of you. Not because you need itâbut because Iâve waited so long before finding someone to love you like you should be loved,â he softly spoke, feeling finally lighter. The weight he was carrieng from six months until now was driving him mad but now, since they kissed, he felt as if heâd been on land for too long and he just saw the ocean again.
âI know we donât have an easy life, but I told you, I will give you all the love I have in me. But I need you to know if youâre 100% sure about this,â he explained.
âI am,â she smiled. âI know Iâll never find someone whoâll beat my drinking skills,â she joked, her wide wide smile found again, âbut I need someone who can keep up, or at least tries to,â concluded with a small laugh. Shanks laughed with her, the thing that made him happy the most is that he finally recognised her Y/N, the sadness seemed to have passed, just like a storm.Â
âI will beat your ass tomorrow night, you know thatâ, he said, hugging her once more.
âI look forward toâ.
shank is cool n i leik him
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