I don't have a good command of English yet. I hope you understand me, and if not, please ignore the request.
Could you do something with Doflamingo, Crocodile, Mihawk, and Shanks? Where they are rejected by the reader or she manages to escape and they don't see her after a long time and it's at a slave auction?
This is my first request, let's see if you understand me.
What Goes Around
Contents: Yan!Doffy, Yan!Crocodile, Yan!Mihawk and Yan!Shanks drabbles of them finding reader who escaped them at a slave auction.
A/N: Paputron a ti tambn te pido disculpas por tardarme putas tanto en escribir esto. Me voy a sincerar y admitir q la neta suelo procurar mucho a mis mutuals y a mis lectores hispanos. Si algun dia quieres volver a pedir algo sientete cn toda confianza y te juro q le voy a echar bolas pa q salga mas rapido. I love chu espero t guste.
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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING AND ESCAPE ATTEMPTS, SLAVE AUCTIONS, YANDERE, STOCKOHOLM SYNDROME-ISH, RESCUING?, WHITE KNIGHTING???
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo felt stupid.
I mean, how could you have slipped away so easily? Like a little rat, you ran way and he didn't notice until your bedroom was empty and you simply vanished in thin air. He looked for you, God knows he looked for you. He moved heaven and earth to find you, and yet, you were still gone.
But he didn't expect to find you here.
A slave auction is not something he would normally attent. But he was bored, and something told him to go look. To see if he could find anything of value. And oh was that something right. You were there, not as a buyer, as a good. Dressed pretty, looking pretty, everything usual about you. Chain to your neck and pitiful look in your eyes. He chuckles to himself. Before the auction can even start he's already walking over to the auction master and murmuring the largest sum of money he can offer in your name. The greedy bastard accepts without questioning, and you leash and collar are finally where they belong, in his hands.
"Maybe I should keep you like this," He grins, tugging at the chain and making you stumble forward. You tremble, eyes wide and mouth agape as you look at him. "Collared, and ready to blow up if you slip through the cracks again."
"I didn't run," You can't bite your tongue in time, he cocks a brow, still smiling, amused at what you're going to seemingly explain. "I- I was kidnapped. They took me. That's why I'm here, I would neve—" He shuts you up by tugging on the chain again, his large hand trapping your face so he can kiss your lips, long tongue slipping past the resistance of your mouth. He purrs as he speaks.
"You're a terrible liar."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk felt dull.
Ever since you've been gone everything seems to bore him more than usual. Perona may distract him with her antics every once in a while, as well as Roronoa, but beside that... he feels lonely. He wonders where you are, what you are doing, if you are happy without him. And then he doesn't feel dull, he just feels bitter.
Passing through Shabaody wouldn't usually be his thing, but there was nothing better to do. And he could maybe find something special to replace you, even if he doubts it. Slave auctions are for collectionists of rare species and sadists, he doesn't know what he's doing there. But he stays, to watch the show, to see how many enslaved mermaids are captured this time.
Instead, half way through, he finds a much more pleasant sight.
You.
Chained, collared, and perfectly dressed. He doesn't know what possessed him. In a second he is pointing a blade at the auction master's neck, curtly demanding for your chain. And once he has it in his hands, it's like he's woken up. The collar falls in an instant, and he gathers you in his arms. The world a blurr, only you mattering.
"I shouldn't have ran." You say between sobs and hiccups, he nods.
"I know."
"I'm so sorry." You cry out, holding him tighter. "I was so scared."
"I know." He says again, his grip tightening just enough for you to notice.
You didn't loose the chain, you just ran back to the usual one.
“Red haired” Shanks
Slave auctions have never been Shanks' thing.
It's pitiful, really. To see so many young women chained and collared, sold to the highest bidder. Which usually ment sold to a man who would treat them like disposables, using them then throwing them out like yesterday's gargabe. Thinking about it is gruesome, so he prefers to don't stick his nose where it doesn't belong.
But either way, he's there this time. Because his crew wanted to, and he has frankly nothing better to do. Not after you went away anyways, he should have never let you say no to his proposal, he should've knocked you up and get your ass back inside the ship. Then he would at least have the excuse of sex to miss out on this.
The thought of you is always sour, so much so that he even thinks one of the slaves looks like you. Exact hair, exact eyes, exact same way of trembling and cowering in fear. He looses control once he realizes, Emperors Haki hitting everybody in the room until they pass out, limp, gone.
The chain around your neck loosens, and he catches you in his arms in an instant. The softest kiss is pressed to your hair.
"Not getting away this time, my love."
Sir Crocodile
Crocodile feels furious.
Every little thing is a reminder of your abscense, of the one thing that slipped away from him the second he let his guard down. He should've taken you, he should've never left you with the choice. Instead, now he has to carry the guilt of knowing another man could possess you.
Maybe that's what he needs, something to possess, maybe that is why he is at this stupid slave auction where nothing and nobody can compare to the one thing he desires, you.
No mermaid or mink or any of those things could compare to your beauty and radiance. He is enraged now, he is wasting his time here. He stands up to leave, and freezes in place when he sees you.
The second you make eye contact, he's already turned to sand, mere dust that flies your way and somehow messes with the collar enough for it to fall into little pieces of garbage. He gathers you in his strong arms, lifting you up bridal style.
"You rejected me with this purpose?" He asks, mocking even when his tone is serious.
"N-Not at all." You murmur, shocked, relieved, conflicted.
"Good. Now that you know the graveness of the mistake you made, I'm not letting you tell me no twice."
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The fire’s warm. The moon hangs heavy above the ship.
Luffy leans back, arms behind his head, grinning “So, how’d you two end up together anyway?”
You blink “Us?”
Shanks smirks, sitting beside you on a crate “You wanna tell it, or should I?”
“Like hell I’m letting you tell it.” you mutter.
Nami leans in, curious. Sanji pours wine for Robin. Zoro pretends he’s not listening. Even Usopp’s wide-eyed. They’ve heard of Shanks the Yonko, but they never thought they’d hear him laughing like this.
You sigh “It started when we were kids.”
“She hated me.” Shanks says.
You shoot him a look “I ignored you.”
“Same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“She’d walk past me every day like I was just a chair.”
“You sat like one. On the dock. All day.”
“I was watching the sea! I was thoughtful.”
“You were stupid.”
Shanks grins at the crew “See? True love.”
They laugh. You roll your eyes.
You look down at your hands “We were kids in the same village. I liked books. He liked trouble.”
“She liked pretending she didn’t care.” he adds.
“I didn’t.”
“You still don’t.” he teases.
Your voice softens “He followed me everywhere.”
Shanks turns to the crew “Everywhere.”
You smack his arm “Stop making it weird.”
He grins “I’m just saying. If she climbed a tree, I climbed it. If she stole an apple, I stole two.”
“And got caught.”
“I let them catch me so that they wouldn't catch you.”
You scoff “You cried.”
“I was seven!”
Everyone laughs again, but this time it fades slower.
You rest your chin on your hand “We grew up. He left first. Said the sea was calling. I said ‘Good. Don’t come back’.”
“But I did.” he says. Quiet now.
“You always did.” you say.
There’s a pause. The kind that only happens when people are listening too hard.
Nami’s voice breaks the silence “But when did you fall in love?”
You look at Shanks. He’s already looking at you.
You shrug “I don’t know. Maybe when he stopped being an idiot.”
“So never.” Luffy says.
Shanks chuckles “I knew before she did. I was always waiting.”
You swallow. Your voice is barely a whisper “I was afraid.”
“Why?” Luffy asks.
“Because he was everything I didn’t want to need.”
Shanks leans back, watching the fire “And I was just waiting for her to look at me the way I looked at her.”
Zoro snorts “That’s depressing.”
Robin smiles “It’s real.”
You toss a tangerine at Shanks. He catches it, grinning.
“You’re still annoying.” you say.
“And you still love me.” he says.
You don’t answer but you don’t deny it, either.
You throw another tangerine at Luffy. He dodges it, laughing with his mouth wide open.
“Why are you asking so many questions, huh?” you say, pointing at him “You’ve heard this story a million times.”
Luffy shrugs, still grinning “Because I love it!”
You squint at him “You didn’t even listen the first hundred times.”
“Yeah, but I remember all of it now,” he says “When I was a kid, I used to look up at Shanks like he was the sun. Strong. Loud. Impossible.”
Shanks rubs the back of his neck “Don’t make me sound too cool.”
“But when he was with you,” Luffy continues, softer now, “or talking about you… he changed.”
You blink. The fire crackles again.
“It was like you were his captain.” Luffy says.
Everyone goes quiet. Zoro pauses mid-drink. Nami watches you closely. Robin’s smile grows just a little.
Shanks doesn’t look at you. Not yet.
Luffy’s voice drops “And that always made me feel like… maybe the Shanks everyone fears... wasn’t that scary after all.”
Shanks finally glances at you. There’s no teasing in his eyes now.
You don’t know what to say to that.
Because it’s true. All those years he was off sailing, getting stronger, louder, more famous... he’d write to you like nothing had changed. Like he was still that barefoot boy chasing after you in the mud.
You hated those letters. You kept every single one.
“He never stops talking about you.” Luffy adds.
Shanks groans “Luffy—”
“No, really! He’d be telling us about a fight or a treasure, and then... bam ‘That reminds me of her’ or, ‘She would’ve laughed at that’ or—”
You point at him “You kissed me first. And you were obvious since you were 6.”
“Yeah, but you said it first.” he counters.
“Only because you were dying.”
“I wasn’t dying!”
“You had a spear in your shoulder!”
“A tiny spear.”
“You fainted.”
“I was tired!”
Nami shakes her head “You two are a mess.”
Robin sips her wine “A beautiful mess.”
Luffy lies back on the deck, hands behind his head again “I just knew you two would end up like this.”
“You weren't even there... But yeah,” you say quietly as you look at Shanks, and he’s already watching you “I think deep down… I always knew too.”
“So you didn’t join Shanks on the sea from the start?” Usopp asks, still wide-eyed like he’s listening to a bedtime story.
You snort “No. I didn’t want to.”
“She followed me anyway.” Shanks says, puffing his chest like a proud idiot.
You roll your eyes “I studied. For years. Maps. Languages. History. Ship mechanics. All of it. I worked harder than anyone.”
Robin tilts her head “So you could sail?”
You pause “So I could stand next to him without being a burden.”
Shanks turns to you, slower now, like he doesn’t want to ruin the moment “You never told me that.”
You pick at the edge of your sleeve “Yeah, well. You never shut up long enough to hear it.”
The crew laughs, but it’s gentler now.
“You know what’s funny?” you say, turning back to Luffy “The first time I met you, you looked at me like I was your mom and Shanks used to make fun of me.”
“What?” Luffy blinks.“No I didn’t!”
“Yes you did,” you say “You followed me around, asked if I had snacks, and called me ‘Miss Cool Pirate Lady’ for three days.”
Shanks throws his head back, laughing “I remember that!”
“You sat in the corner and drew me with a sword,” you add “And then said I was cooler than Shanks. And you called me mom by mistakes multiple times.”
“I WAS FIVE!” Luffy yells, red in the face now.
You smirk “Still true though.”
Shanks puts a hand over his heart “He used to blush like crazy everytime he realised he called you mom.”
There’s a quiet moment as the waves lap softly against the ship.
“Going back to that question... I didn’t plan to go to sea at first,” you admit “I wanted a small, quiet life.”
Shanks smiles, listening.
“But then he left,” you say, eyes on the stars “And I couldn’t stop wondering if he’d die without me.”
“That’s romantic,” Sanji says, dreamily.
“No,” you shake your head “That’s just the truth.”
“I didn’t ask you to come.” Shanks says softly.
“No,” you nod “You didn’t have to.”
You turn back to the Straw Hats “I joined the crew two years after he left. I showed up with a packed bag and told Benn, ‘Don’t make a big deal’.”
“And I immediately made a big deal.” Shanks grins.
“You tripped running down the dock.”
“I was moved, okay?”
“You fell into a crate of bananas.”
“It was an emotional day!”
Everyone’s laughing again. The air is full of warmth now, wine and fire and stories wrapped around the mast like wind.
Luffy lies on the floor of the Sunny, staring up at the sails “You two were the first people I ever saw who felt like family.”
You go still.
He says it so easily, like it’s always been true.
“I didn’t understand it then,” Luffy goes on, “but… when you were together, it felt safe. Not boring. Just… safe. Like home.”
You glance at Shanks. He’s not smiling now, not in the big, cocky way. This one’s smaller. Quieter. Like he can barely hold it.
“I guess I raised two idiots” you mutter, wiping your nose.
“You did,” Shanks says “And somehow, we both turned out okay.”
“Debatable.”
He bumps his shoulder against yours “Speak for yourself. I’m perfect.”
“You’re loud.”
“You love it.”
You don’t answer.
You just lean into him, just enough.
Luffy’s snoring now. Flat on his back, mouth open, arms spread like he owns the whole ship.
You nudge him with your toe. Nothing. Just louder snoring.
“I guess storytime’s over.” you say, standing and brushing off your pants.
Shanks stretches, groaning a little too dramatically “Guess that’s our cue to go.”
“Yeah,” you nod, already turning to leave “Let’s let the kids sleep.”
“Wait—WAIT.” Nami’s voice cuts through the quiet.
You freeze “What?”
“You’re not leaving yet,” she says, standing with her hands on her hips “You haven’t told us the best part.”
You sigh “Oh no.”
“How did he propose?” she grins.
“Oh no...” you repeat.
Usopp leans forward “Did he cry?”
Sanji fans himself “Was it romantic?”
Chopper is bouncing now “Did you say yes right away?!”
Franky still crying over your romantic stories.
Robin smiles “You must share. We’re invested now.”
You turn slowly toward Shanks.
He looks like a man standing in front of a cannon.
“We were supposed to not to tell anyone” you whisper.
He grins sheepishly “I didn’t!… Yet.”
You groan into your hands “You’re a menace.”
“But a charming menace.” he adds, winking.
“Don’t wink at me. I’m still mad.”
You face the crew with a deep sigh.
“Fine,” you say “But it wasn’t romantic.”
“Yes it was!” Shanks says.
“No. It wasn’t.”
“I tried to make it romantic.”
“You proposed during a storm.”
“It was dramatic!”
“We were sinking.”
“That’s memorable!”
Robin’s eyes sparkle “Please continue.”
You sit back down, crossing your arms “Okay. So. We’re in the middle of this horrible storm, waves taller than the ship. I’m tying down barrels, he’s yelling commands, the usual chaos.”
“And she looks amazing.” Shanks adds.
“Drenched.” You glare at him “Hair stuck to my face, one boot missing, and I’m yelling at the crew.”
“Very commanding... and sexy...” he says dreamily.
“And then,” you continue, ignoring him, “this idiot climbs the main mast with a ring in his mouth.”
Gasps around the fire.
“You didn’t...” Nami whispers.
“I did.” Shanks says proudly.
“And he screams... screams ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?!’ while lightning is literally striking the ocean behind him.”
“You said yes.” he grins.
“I said, ‘GET DOWN BEFORE YOU DIE, YOU LUNATIC!’”
Robin is laughing quietly now. Chopper is wide-eyed. Usopp is trying not to cry while Franky is bawling.
Sanji puts a hand on his heart “That’s the most pirate thing I’ve ever heard.”
Zoro raises a brow “So when did you actually say yes?”
You sigh “Two days later. Calm seas. Clear skies. I was brushing my hair.”
“She just looks at me and goes, ‘I guess I’m stuck with you now’.”
“And then I threw the ring at him.” you say.
“You missed.”
“I aimed for your face.”
Everyone laughs again. The fire’s burning lower now, but no one wants to move.
Shanks wraps an arm around your shoulders, casual. Warm.
“And you still married me.” he says.
You glance up at him.
“You forgot the ring at the wedding.”
“It was in my other coat!”
“You don’t have another coat.”
“Exactly.”
You sigh, shaking your head, but you’re smiling now. Soft. Quiet. Real.
“He’s a disaster.” you say.
“She’s the reason I survive it.”
The fire’s nothing but glowing coals now.
Luffy’s curled up like a kid. Most of the Straw Hats are asleep, heads resting on arms, backs against barrels, dreams thick in the night air.
You and Shanks sit side by side, knees almost touching.
He’s quiet now. Not laughing. Just watching the waves.
You look out too.
Then he says, softly, “You never really wanted this life.”
You don’t look at him “I didn’t.”
“You wanted quiet.”
You nod “I wanted peace. Soft mornings.”
“And you got storms. Blood. Chaos.”
You smile, just a little “And you.”
He swallows “Sorry.”
You shake your head “Don’t be. I said yes.”
Shanks looks at you “Even after everything?”
You finally meet his eyes “Especially after everything.”
The ship rocks gently.
“You know,” you whisper, “when we were young, I thought you were the kind of boy who would burn the world just to see what was under it.”
“I was.” he says.
“And I thought I’d spend my life trying to stop you.”
He smiles faintly “Did you?”
“No,” you say “I ended up helping you light the match.”
You both laugh, soft and low.
You reach into your coat pocket and pull out a candy.
Shanks raises an eyebrow “You still carry those?”
“I always do, they're my favourite.” you say. You hand it to him.
You rest your head on his shoulder.
He doesn’t say anything. He just leans into you, warm and steady.
And in the quiet, in the dark, with the sea all around you and stars blinking like old friends overhead, you think:
No, I didn’t get the life I planned. But I got the one I chose.
despite being the captain, shanks often gives chances to enemies who want to fight him. if he deems they’re not in their best shape, he’ll let them decide if they really want to start something. if they cause a ruckus in one of his territories, he doesn’t seek them out right away. things like that. he can be quite the patient man, never bloodlusted, and only acts quick when many lives are at stake. most times, it’s the other officers like yasopp or limejuice, even benn, who insist on direct violence. revenge.
but you’re different. when it comes to you, shanks does not take any chances. at all. if you’re wounded in any way, shape, or form—even if it’s easily treatable—whoever had the gall to threaten and hurt you gets dealt with right away. dead before they can even hit the ground. once, a drunkard touched you inappropriately in front of the crew and his head spun and rolled across the floor before he even knew what hit him. shanks may be calm and rational, but he doesn’t take kindly to people who think they can cross the person he loves.
and there’s the casual dominance. ever since you got with him—maybe, even before that—he was always taking some form of charge when it comes to you. to keep you safe, he’d say. his hand on your back, always standing protectively beside or in front of you, keeps you at his left side at all times so that he can pull you closer when he senses a threat, hell, he adjusts your holster himself just to make sure you’re all set, and he only has one arm.
and he’s very, very patient when it comes to you. more so than usual. when you have a bad day or you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, he’ll just raise an eyebrow to your passive aggressive comments. even if you cuss him or others out, he’ll just laugh and apologize on your behalf because he knows it comes from a place of frustration. when you seek him out later in the day to apologize, he’ll smile at you and kiss the top of you head. it’s alright, darling, i understand.
if you hit your limit and screw up, he’ll disperse the tension and fix the mess. he won’t reprimand you in front of everybody, no, he’ll wait until you’re both settled in the bedroom and calmy explain to you what you did wrong. it’s why you’re not so afraid when you mess up or make a mistake, because you have such an understanding man who never shames you but instead helps you, no matter how long it takes for you to retain.
and when you argue, small or big, he’s never raised his voice at you. he takes what you give him—screams, a slap on his chest, and whatnot—and waits it out. you’re just pissed, i get that, just come to me when you’re ready to talk. and before you know it, every fiber of anger in your body is gone and you’re on his chest muttering apologies and explaining yourself better.
again, he doesn’t take any chances when it comes to you, so he personally sees to it that you’re capable of defending yourself if need be. he teaches you a lot: guns, swords, knives—you name it. sure, he’ll always be there to protect you but it’s also for his peace of mind to be sure that you can take care of yourself just fine.
he listens to anything you say, even the most random things. he fixes your hair and your clothes without a word. he snakes a hand around your waist when everything is calm, and he’s content just by having you at his side. sometimes, he watches you sleep just to relish in the fact that you’re indeed safe and with him. he helps you with your chores even when he doesn’t have to, and you’re always with him during the rare times he takes watch. he watches you all the time no matter where he is, you’re always within his line of sight even when you don’t notice it.
you’re his compass, his lifeline, his north star. the anchor that keeps him grounded.
rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?
Shanks tends to be an enigma when it comes to his actions of any variety let alone romantic. One moment he's the most romantic man you've ever seen, caressing your hair gently, holding you close at night. He'll whisper some of the most meaningful things to you when his captain's quarters are closed. The next moment, it's as if all seriousness in his body had been vacuumed away by a vortex. You do get used to his shenanigans after a while of being with him and his crew, but the whiplash can feel as if you've been smacked by his haki.
Shanks will grab you from conversations, hug you close to him whenever he feels he needs to touch you. And he will shamelessly flirt with you in front of his crew. ("They're used to it, it's fine," he said. Beckman just took a drag of his cigarette, seeming as if nothing bothered him, but you swore he rolled his eyes.)
His romantic moments do tend to be the best. He's been through a lot, knows more than he lets on. Shanks wants you to know that you are dear to him, more precious than anything he's ever laid his hand on--and if he ever fails to show you, he's not worthy of being yours.
The moment you ask him, "Am I enough for you?" He's speechless. Shame engulfs him, and he even does a self analysis. There's no way he's done enough if you're asking him that.
"The fact you're breathing is enough," is what he responds with. "Nothing could replace what you are to me."
Lolita's Note: oh my god. he lives rent free in my head. i hope u enjoy this as much as i did ♡ and if you see this, please leave a reply or comment when you reblog because i think i'm shadowbanned 😭😭 if you want you can also send in an ask for a request (doodle or writing). it would truly make my day ★
cw: suggestive fluff. shanks being horny. rough sex. a bit of exhibitionism. explicit mentions of sexual acts. mentions of objectification jokes. shanks sleeping around. profanity. mutual pining. old man behavior. ( ¤̴̶̷̤́ ‧̫̮ ¤̴̶̷̤̀ )
SFW
loves to call you pet names and is shameless about it (sugar, sweetheart, darling, doll, pumpkin… and he'll come up with silly nicknames from things he likes about you)
if you grew up with him in roger's ship, he'd pull lots of pranks on you and he's relentless. and if he's feeling even more devilish, he'd bring buggy into it.
if you met in the new world and you're a seasoned pirate who joined his crew, he won't really be interested in you unless you prove yourself to him as a valuable crewmate.
that said, this man is a sweet talker. but he's incredibly emotionally constipated. however, being an emperor of the sea, he's also very receptive.
so when you catch feelings for him, he immediately notices. from the way your cheeks grow a little warmer to the little pauses and stutters you make when he teases you and catches you off guard on purpose.
and he loves that. then he'll find himself thinking about you a lot. he's already a tease to everyone, but he'll slowly be intentionally messing with you more.
in his mind, he's being subtle, but it will gradually be obvious to the crew, except you. he'll bet with beckman that he'll get you to confess, but well…
if you're expecting a grand confession… i'm sorry to say…
it's not gonna happen. the most you're gonna get out of him is a drunken confession when you drag his ass to his room, that started by him being a little too touchy at the bar.
when you bring it up to him next day, he's in for a huge embarrassment. because why, would it have to be in front of lucky roux and beckman? it was quite a scene.
if you confess to him first, though, he will laugh. and not the offensive kind of laugh. it's a finally-i-was-out-here-waiting kind of laugh. shut him up and kiss him and he'll fall for you even harder.
you started dating after that, though your relationship started out casual. and if you're insecure/need emotional reassurance (which isn't a bad thing and he'll accept it either way!!), you'll have a bit of a hard time with him at the start since he doesn't like being vulnerable. so yeah it will take a lot of work, banter, and teasing.
he's usually very easy-going and loves to keep it lighthearted, but he's more alert and even a bit high strung in the new world.
very protective. but when you're out in public he won't show that, unless you're in grave danger. he also won't reveal your relationship to anyone besides the crew because he doesn't want other pirates chasing after you, even if you're strong.
has a habit of making you sit beside him/putting his arm around your waist or shoulder every time you're having a feast on the ship.
huge gentleman. holds your hand every time you step off the ship. nurses you to health when you're sick. tails behind you when you explore an uninhabited island. when you're drunk he'll go husband mode and say something about you being careless, as if it's not same thing that you do with him when he's drunk.
also makes sure you don't get heavily injured when you're training. he'll be your personal trainor and you'll improve a lot under his guidance. if you're a devil fruit user, he'll always remind you to stay away from the sea.
will shower if you tell him he stinks. will stop drinking if you nag at him. get the point? he'll be at your disposal and will get self-conscious when you get mad at him. he'll never say sorry though. the crew just laughs at him when you're angry, saying things like "oh man, you gotta make it up to her this time, boss!", or "somebody is afraid of a breakup!"
if you're good with your hands and medicine, he'd rather have you patch his wounds than hongo.
loves to be pampered behind closed doors. oh my god this man is clingy. he's practically a cuddle bug and will latch onto you until he feels like letting go.
will ask you for a massage before bed. he's old, and well, he's scared of getting arthritis.
tells you loooooots of stories about luffy, uta and roger. may or may not tease you about wanting a kid like luffy.
there are rare times where he gets nostalgic and reminisces about the past. he won't say a lot, but you'll know from the look on his face and his brooding demeanor. give him a hug, he'll appreciate it and kiss you on the forehead.
when does he get mad? let's see…
if you're a reckless type, expect to be in arguments with him a lot. and if you're younger, he's gonna go old man mode and lecture you about the dangers of the sea. he can't help it, he gets really worried.
don't even think about getting him jealous. because oh boy, you're gonna get wrecked.
NSFW
ahem… before you got together, in the privacy of your quarters. you both touched yourselves thinking of the other a lot. you accidentally saw him naked one time and you immediately ran and locked yourself in your room grinding on your fingers pressed inside you until you passed out. as for him, there was one time when you were in a bar drinking and you were laughing and dancing and he stared into you so intensely while you were unaware… you already know how he dealt with that.
your first time actually has many possibilities. this man wants to ravage you if he could at any time of the day. but he understands your boundaries and holds back, letting you take the lead for the most part and catering to your needs. but if you fucked in a time where he's young and inexperienced, his sly demeanor is gone. it's hella awkward. he's good with foreplay though. it's like second nature.
yes, he's the BEST at it. loves loves loves to overstimulate you and edge you.
you have to help him take his pants off most of the time since he could only do so much with one hand. he finds it hot and sweet. he doesn't want to admit it but he always feels vulnerable when you do that.
lazy morning sex. sex with the thrill of being caught. desk sex. shower sex. sneaking into your room late at night sex. drunk sex. make-up sex. crow's nest sex. name a place in the ship where you haven't fucked? you can't.
will get sulky if you don't say i love you back after the deed. he usually says it first (because he believes you're too fucked out to realize it anyway) and at the beginning he doesn't expect you to say it. but if you've been together for long, and you still don't say it, he'll be frustrated.
will go for another round when you do finally say you love him.
listen, this man won't call you degrading things, the worst he can call you is "brat" or "don't get cocky, woman."
doesn't mind if you're experienced or not. but before you he tends to sleep around, so y'all need to check in with hongo to make sure all is safe and good down there.
he's willing to try almost anything with you in bed, but hurting you like blood play is a big no for him. he'll do some spanking and biting if he's really into it. and he gets easily turned on if you do the same.
is not a fan of daddy kink. he had a kid, alright. he'll find it weird if you say that. call him captain in bed and he'll make sure you can't get up in the morning. he secretly loves the feeling of power it gives him.
actually even if you moan his name he goes crazy sooooo…
loves fucking you sideways. he'll lift your leg up and slam into you while he leaves hickeys on your neck. it's the perfect position for him since he has a missing arm, so to him it's both efficient and pleasurable since he can fill you in deeper.
shanks may always be horny for you, but his self-control prevails. if you say no, then it's a no.
remember what i said about him getting jealous? oh boy, don't even try it. you'll bring out his possessive side. he'll let it slide if it's with beckman or the other men he trusts in the crew, because they know what will happen if they betray him. he'll even tease you about it and finds it sexy when you get snarky. but don't do it with strangers. he won't show it (but you can feel it) until he calls you to his room.
he's gonna get rougher. it'll take everything in him not to treat you like a ragdoll and he will be merciless. suffice to say, he will remind you who you belong to. it's a given that you'll pass out 😭
will pepper you kisses and do his best to massage you after though. it's the only time he will apologize to you after realizing what he'd done, if you hear him of course. he's extra clingy when you wake up and will ask you if you're hurt. he'll accept defeat when you punch him or hit him on the head.
if there's one thing he can do forever, it's eating you out. doesn't matter how. standing. from behind. knees pressed to your chest… sure, if you want to use toys he'll do it, but he prefers using his own tongue and pushing you down so you don't squirm.
for the love of god, you cannot wear anything around him without him getting a hard-on. you chose skimpy clothes? he's gonna get handsy. oh, but you like modest clothing? he'll whisper the nastiest things in your ear about how how he cannot wait to take it off you like a present.
loves birthday sex. you can't fight me on this.
won't cum inside you unless you allow it.
if you try to dom him or be on top, he's a total asshole. you have to be creative and find ways to shut him up.
shanks isn't a loud moaner, but he's into dirty talk and is obsessed hearing it from you.
before you started dating, shanks doesn't really pay attention when he hears his crewmates joke about sex and women. before he had uta and was young, he'll laugh at some of it here and there, but he's generally uncomfortable. when he's more exposed to the world and have rescued slaves and children (and when uta was adopted), that's where he starts to express his disagreement from time to time. still, he's pretty laid-back and he chalks it up to people having their own views he can't change. doesn't mean he'll like them though.
well, when you're in the picture, he's gonna get firmer. one day, some crewmate decided to make a joke about your body and how you must have a good sex life and he straight up snapped. he lost control of his haki for a moment and the weaker ones collapsed. it wasn't the same after that. the crew respected you more and are careful around you.
when you give him head he holds your hair back for you and won't push you down if you can't take it. will also wipe your tears with his thumb if they involuntarily come out esp if you deepthroat him.
hmmm… what else? ohhhh okay. he loves it when you kiss his scars, especially the one on his eye. it's just so intimate. he feels loved and accepted at his rawest.
eventually he'll be more vulnerable with you as you both age.
all in all, dating shanks is filled with fun, passion, and mutual protection. you're his weakness. and he's your armor ♡
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Law
It was a long day, and he wanted nothing more but to rest in his bed and relax
You had other plans
You have been craving for his touch for such a while but never found the perfect moment to make a move
So you thought about doing something simple but clear: sleeping naked
You giggle to yourself when you hear your boyfriend slide open the door from the bathroom.
You stare at him shamelessly full with need and lust
Only his hips were wrapped around a way too colourful towel for him (you insisted to buy it for souvenir at an island) the water from his wet dark hair was slightly dripping down his toned back. You watched his beautiful tattooed body move as he was searching for his clothes, his tooth brush in his mouth.
You wanted to jump on him
He still hasn’t noticed your little stunt and you don’t believe he will until he gets into the bed
Law finally heads back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and change into fresh clothes
As he gets out, his eyes connect with yours immediately. Your gaze barely left his silhouette and he has been quite aware of it.
He smiles as he approaches the bed and he quickly kisses the top of your head. He moves the sheets a little to get into them, until he stops and look at you.
“What-…”
“What’s wrong?” You ask him with a smirk as you wrap your arm around his waist. Your chest pressed against his tank top. Law smiles
“You never really let me rest, you know that?”
“It’s just another way to relax” you say to him as you feel his cold fingers brush against your skin. His lips press against yours and with his other hand, he cups your breast.
“If you say so..” he whispers back before diving back into another passionated kiss.
Shanks
Your lips were hungrily attached to his as you two were caught in an intense making out session
It basically started off by some flirty comments from both side, a little kiss on the neck by Shanks and boom..
You found yourself hovering over Shank on the bed, desperately trying to get his clothes off
Then suddenly you got interrupted by a knock on the door, claiming they needed the captain for something
You two sighed frustrated and you got off your man and watched him leave horny and disappointed.
“I will be right back ok?” He reassured you with his familiar smile before closing the door behind him
You wanted to waste no time, so you took your clothes off, ready to just get right into it
As Shank opened the door again, his eyes fell on your naked upper body , leaving him confused at first, but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk
“So eager, are we darling?”
His mouth closed around one of your nipples , bringing a moan out instantly out of you
“Shanks please..”
“We have time, let’s take it slow”
He’s such a cocky teasing asswhole
we still love him
Zoro
He always ripped apart some pieces of your underwear
Last night your thong barely made it alive, few days ago your bra lost an arm, one of your pantie didn’t make it through the injury
You were two panties away from a penury of underwear and when you were sailing for days and days, you couldn’t afford that
So you had to protest in your own way, and it was now to sleep naked so he won’t rip none of your clothes off
Zoro walked into your shared room with a cocked eyebrow when he quickly realized what was happening
“What are- why are you-“
“I’m protesting!”
“Huh?”
“You carelessly rip my underwear off so I won’t sleep with them anymore”
He rubbed his face against his face before he broke in a silent chuckle. He smirked and looked you up and down.
“Sure, doesn’t seem like the big punishment if you ask me”
“Shut up and get to bed already” you spat back annoyed as you push yourself more against the wall to leave some space for him
“Who said we were gonna sleep?”
He smirked as he removed the sheets and pulled your body closer to him. He got to his knees and propped himself between your thighs.
Synopsis: Shanks seeks your company to take a well deserved nap on a rainy day
Tags/Warnings: Shanks/GN!Reader, getting together, napping, cuddling
Word Count: 1,205
In your most humble of opinions, there was just one thing better than a lazy day, and that was a lazy day when it was raining. The sound of the droplets hitting the small porthole in your room was soothing, adding to the soft atmosphere that you’d created in your space. You liked to read on days like this, when you couldn’t be out on the deck doing certain chores because the deck became too slippery and risky to traverse in the conditions. It wasn’t a light drizzle, but a hefty storm that rocked the Red Force and made the sails loudly clap against the mast where they were drawn up. It created a gentle symphony on the other side of your door, shutting you softly into your independent space so you could enjoy your afternoon of peace.
Until that peace was of course disturbed by your own Captain. Shanks shuffled in with a hand on his head, looking utterly pitiful. You looked up at him with a raised brow, witholding your sympathy until he elaborated on why he was there.
“Can I take a nap in here?” He asked, with no further elaboration or explanation. You paused for a moment, confused by the request, but not against it.
“Why?” You replied, closing your book to entirely focus on the man in front of you.
“My head is pounding, the boys are all drinking and I just need to sleep but I can’t in my room. Your room is always quiet.” He explained briefly, wincing as you assumed pain pulsed through his head.
“Hongo could probably give you something for your headache.” You reasoned, though you shuffled in your bed to create space for Shanks anyway, pulling back your blanket for him to join you.
“He’s drunk.” Was the only reply that came before Shanks tugged off his shirt, then buried his face in your pillow with a groan. You smiled fondly, pulling the blanket over his body, allowing him to find respite in your peaceful space.
Sleep found him within moments, a testement to how exhausted he must’ve been, and so his even breathing added to the soundscape that soothed your soul. You read another chapter before Shanks began to shift in his sleep, only slightly at first, adjusting his position to pull his face out of the suffocating fabric of your pillow. But, gradually, he moved more and more until his face was pressed into the skin of your thigh. You looked down at him with a raised brow, but he was in fact still sound asleep, which you’d not been expecting. You allowed it, since he was resting so peacefully, and you didn’t want to disturb him.
It was instinct that guided one hand down into his blood coloured hair, dragging through it with care, nails dragging over his scalp. A soft, pleased sound left his lips unbidden, but still he didn’t stir, simply seeming to press in closer to you. Still, you did nothing to prevent this. Despite the fact that anyone who knew him knew that he was a man who was deeply unserious in many aspects of his life, you also well knew how hard he’d worked in his life, and how hard he still worked every day to keep his crew safe, and so you wouldn’t take this brief reprieve away from him. The ship seemed to rock in a way that was designed to keep him asleep, like a gently swaying bassinet, and the rain only continued to hit the pane of the porthole, a soothing white noise.
By the time you’d read three more chapters, Shanks had managed to almost make his way entirely into his lap. You’d assumed the Captain would be a restless sleeper but this was a whole new level of that which you hadn’t been expecting. You had allowed it, you supposed, never once interrupting his movement or even going to the extent of moving your arms away as an obstacle so he could seek the comfort he so wanted. With another small shuffle, Shanks had worked his way between your thighs, his stomach resting on your stomach as you’d slowly descended to improve your own comfort, book still in your hands. His breaths were soft against the skin of your abdomen, where his movements had forced your shirt upwards and exposed the flesh beneath, his hair slightly tickling that same skin.
Finally, you set your book aside, focusing entirely on the man on top of you. You used one hand to gently card through his hair, the other holding up your own head so you could just look at him.
He was peaceful, or at least he looked it. Eyelashes fanning over his sunkissed cheeks, breaths soft and steady, chest rising and falling in sync, his hands splayed over the sheets below, and one of your hips. It was a borderline intimate moment, with him so close and unawares, but you knew if he were awake then this wasn’t something that would’ve happened. Not that you’d refuse him if ever he were to ask, but you knew the Captain had far better options than you, and a myriad of them.
It wasn’t clear how long you’d spent just admiring him before a soft yawn escaped his dry lips, eyes fluttering open but still heavy with sleep.
“Hm?” He grumbled vaguely, briefly burying his face back into his abdomen before his sense seemed to return to him. Before he could say a word though, you soothed those widened eyes with gentle fingers still tangled in his hair.
“I knew you’d be a restless sleeper.” You murmured, fondness clear in the tone of your voice even without being paired with your warm expression.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, though he didn’t truly seem particularly apologetic for the position.
“It’s alright, I’d have woken you if it was a problem. Are you feeling any better?” You asked, fingers continuing their soft scratching over his scalp, watching as freshly reaquired tension fell from his shoulders again.
“Yeah, actually. My head hurts less.”
“Good, you clearly needed the rest.” There was a brief moment that passed between you in content silence, before Shanks blinked his eyes open again, unsure when they’d even closed, and pushed himself upward just enough to look up at you.
“I can move, if you’d like?” He offered, and you felt as all the calm atmosphere was sucked from the space, leaving behind a raw vulnerabililty and quiet tension that had nothing to do with headaches and life stresses.
“You don’t need to.” Came your soft reply a moment later, and something seemed to be understood between you in that moment. Shanks gave you a winning smile, and without warning he flipped your positions, setting himself beneath you so you could rest between his thighs instead.
“I don’t know, I think this is better.” Shanks said, and you couldn’t help softly laughing together. His fingers found yours, and they curled together. For now, you didn’t need any sort of clarification. The comfort shared between you was enough. Perhaps Shanks didn’t want the myriad of others who were so interested, and maybe that was why he always came home at the end of the day.
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synopsis: You and Shanks were raised together in Roger’s crew. However that was over a decade ago, and now that you reunited with him once again, he doesn’t plan on letting you go.
cw: sfw, childhood friends to lovers trope! fluffy and then angst and then fluffy again in the end… should this be a two part series?! lmk!
a/n: this is not proofread, i just got the sudden urge to write at midnight LOL. real ones will notice that this is based off of a song by the same title, esp if you grew up watching filipino rom com movies!
wc: 2.6k
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It was a cool and calm night as the Oro Jackson gently swayed against the calm waves of the Grand Line. The ship was filled with pirates, dreaming away after a long day of fighting against Marines. Loud snores can be heard echoing through the ship and into the quiet night sky.
A young 12 year-old-girl crawled up to the deck, trying to find a peaceful area to sleep away from the grown men who snored loudly in their bedchambers. She lightly scampered up to the deck and up to the crow’s nest, only to find it was occupied by a boy with red hair, who was leaning up against the pole at the centre of the nest.
The boy heard the scuffling and turned around to see you. He flashed a bright smile that shone with the stars the littered the night sky. You reciprocated as you made your way to sit beside him.
“What’re you doing here Shanks?” you quipped.
“Couldn’t sleep. These geezers snore so loud that one day I think they’ll attract Sea Kings in the middle of the night.” he jokingly said.
Shanks’ comment made you giggle. “Hey, that’s going to be you one day. A loud old man who snores like beast.” you shot at him.
The boy pouted as he crossed his arms. “And you’re going to be a wrinkly old granny who’s going to be all alone.” he retorted.
You stood up and pointed down at him. “That’s not nice!” you whined.
“You literally started it!” he scoffed as he looked up at you.
Before you couldn’t answer back, a sudden light flashed by. You whipped your head around in surprised and ran to the edge of the crows nest and saw a shower of shooting started to decorate the night sky. Gripping the rail of the nest, your breath hitched as you lightly gasped at the sight before you.
“Oh my gods, look Shanks! Shooting stars! Quick make a wish!” you squealed as you jumped up and down in excitement.
The red-haired boy lightly laughed as he got up and made his way beside you. With his arms leaning up against the rail, he watched the light show with you. He turned his head to his left and rested his eyes on you as your attention was focused on the falling stars. As the light continued to shine and fall, Shanks was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. He swore that you were lighting up just like the stars, with your lips pulled back in a genuine smile as your eyes gleamed in excitement. As he continued to observe you, he saw the reflection of the stars in your irises and his breath hitched in awe. An uncomfortable feeling started to churn in his stomach and chest as he felt his eyes soften at the sight of you.
You turn your head to the right to see Shanks staring at you.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you questioned, noticing the weird expression on his face.
He quickly broke away from the trance that you put him in and pulled his eyes away. He scratched his cheek in embarrassment as a light pink colour started showing up on his cheeks. He shyly glanced back to you and saw that your face plastered with innocence and curiosity.
“You looked funny while you were looking at the shooting stars.” he said in excuse.
The smile that graced your lips fell as you furled your eyebrows in annoyance. “I was making a wish for you information.” you snarked at him.
Shanks hummed. “What did you wish?” he asked.
When he asked the question, your gaze softened as you turned around and faced the sea once more. “I wished to stay forever like this. With Captain Roger and the whole crew, with you and Buggy, forever sailing and looking for adventure.” you sighed.
The boy raised his eyebrow as you confessed. “You’re so cheesy.” he laughed.
Not breaking away from the sight of the vast sea, you hmphed. “Shut up. What was your wish?” you asked back.
Shanks turned around and faced the same direction as he rested his head on his arms. Silence took over as he thought about your question.
“Wishing on stars is for little kids.” he finally spoke. His voice was mixed in with a slight hesitation that you failed to notice.
You lightly punched his left shoulder. “We’re both twelve stupid. We are kids.” you giggled.
The boy laughed with you as the both you watched the shooting stars finally come to an end. Another pregnant paused filled the air until you broke the silence.
“Can you promise me something Shanks?” you quietly asked as you turned your entire body to face him.
“What is it?” he answered as he tilted his head to face you.
You bowed your head, refusing to meet his eyes. Your left foot scrapped the wooden floor as you fidgeted nervously. As courage started to swell in you once more, you raised your head and looked right into Shank’s deep brown eyes.
“You’ll stay by my side forever right?” you shyly and quietly asked him.
“Hah?” the boy gasped in surprise. He stumbled back and started looking away. The pink tinge on his cheeks started to deepen as he glanced back at you. As he found his footing once more, he rubbed the back of his head with his left hand and laughed.
“You’re so silly (Y/n)! Of course I’ll stay by your side. We’re best friends right?” he joyfully replied.
A giggle escaped your lips as you smiled widely at the boy in front of you. Shanks reciprocated the smile as he reached his right hand out. You gladly took it with your left as he pulled you into a hug.
“Don’t ever leave my side okay?” he whispered.
You tightened your arms around him as you buried your head into his right shoulder.
“You’d have to pry my dead body off of you if you want to get rid of me.” you joked.
The light breeze touched the skin of the two friends as they sat back down to watch the stars together.
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The rain fell hard as it splattered onto the concrete ground of the town. People were scampering around in chaos mixed with yells and screams. The sky was dark and clouded, reflecting the mood of the area.
You were now 15 years old, and Gold Roger, your captain, was just executed.
You ran across town chasing after Shanks after you saw him run away after your captain was killed in front of everyone. As you maneuvered around the town, you spotted Buggy and Shanks who were standing in front of each other. As you ran closer, you saw that Buggy turned his back from his friend and ran away to your direction.
“Buggy!” you called out as he ran. But he ignored you, running past you in silence. You get a brief glimpse at him and see that his face was painted with a scowl with light tears running down his face.
Your legs continued to move forward as you ran towards Shanks. His head was bowed down with his hands dangling from his sides. As you reached in front of him, he looked up with a heavy expression resting on his face. His eyes were void of emotion as he scanned your eyes.
“Shanks…” you trembled as your emotions caught up to you. The rain started pouring down harder as you and the red-haired 15 year old stared at each other in defeat.
“He’s gone…” he muttered quietly.
“I know Shanks, I know.” you choked as hot tears started to pour down from your face.
The boy’s lips started to frown as he watched you cry. As your sobs grew louder, you crouched down in a fetal position, burring your face into your arms as you continued to cry. Shanks’ resolve slowly started to crumble as he tried to choke back sobs that was threatening to escape his throat. Lifting his right arm up, he tried to reach out to you, but drew back in hesitation. He turned his head to the side as he started to speak.
“I’m going.” he said plainly.
Your head shot up. With glossy eyes, you stared at your red-haired friend. “Then take me with you.”
“No.” he said curtly.
“What? What do you mean no?” you started to raised your face as you rapidly got up from the ground. “Shanks, you promised me that we’d stay together!”
In that moment, he gripped the handle of his sword so tight, that white started to appear on his knuckles. Shanks lowered his head, allowing the raindrops that fell on his straw hat to drip down onto the concrete ground.
“I’m going back to the Grand Line on my own. You should stay here, or somewhere, away from the seas.” he said.
More tears started to stream down your face as you walked up to him and shook his shoulders. “What nonsense are you talking about?! Who are you to tell me to not go back to the sea? Shanks you promised me that you wouldn’t leave me!” you wailed.
The red-haired boy swatted your hands away from shoulder and started to back step away from you. Your eyebrows scrunched in disbelief as you watched him slowly turn around and walk away from you.
“Goodbye Y/n.” he said as he walked away in the rain.
“No!” you screamed at him. “No Shanks don’t leave me!” you yelled. Your calls were futile has he continued to walk away, not looking back.
You didn’t understand. Why did everything you have get ruined?
You clutched your chest as you fell to your knees, not caring that the impact of the fall banged up your knee caps.
The only thing that could be heard was the bloodcurdling scream of Shanks’ name echo throughout Loguetown.
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You come face to face with the man you vowed to never see again.
It’s been fifteen years since you last seen Shanks at Loguetown. You’re now 30 years old and working as a Pirate Hunter. You were docked at a remote island for a two days and was heading back to your small ship before you found yourself facing the man who left you crying in the rain.
He was now a full grown man, taller, stronger, with three scars slashed on his left eye, and missing a left arm. His signature straw hat was also missing from his head.
Shanks didn’t expect to see you in front of him either. Looking down at you, he saw that you were now a full grown woman. But he knew that it was still the same old you, the same best friend he had.
And he knew that you still held a grudge against him.
You glared at him, then attempted to walk past him without saying a word before he spoke up.
“It’s good to see you Y/n.”
Ignoring his greeting, you made your way to your ship at the sanded beach. Hauling a sack at your back, you threw it over your shoulder and onto the boat as you prepared to leave the island.
The red-haired man pulled up next to your boat and watched as you prepared your sails. In the distance, his crew watched curiously as their captain followed this mysterious woman.
“Out of the way red-haired.” you snarled. You glance down at the man and threw a sour expression his way. He smiled back.
“You’re the same as always.” he sighed.
“You have some nerve pretending everything is good between us.” you snapped at him.
Shanks ran his one good hand through his red locks and laughed. “You got me there. But it’s been 15 years Y/n. I’m sure we can put grudges away hm?” he said lightly.
An apple flew at his direction, but unsurprisingly he caught it.
“Shut the fuck up.” you growled. Before you could throw a bigger item at him, your ship suddenly splintered into pieces as a cannonball hit it. You flew out and landed on the sand. It seemed that the pirates you were chasing after caught you off guard and tried to shoot you down.
Shanks quickly tried to help you up from the ground while you sputtered the sand out your mouth. Realizing that he was holding onto your right arm as he hoisted you up, you shoved him away from your side.
“Don’t touch me.” you lowly said.
“You should come in my ship. Those guys are coming for your head.” he replied. He saw that the pirates that shot down your ship were running your direction.
“No.” you muttered as you attempted to limp away from him and the enemy. But this time, Shanks hoisted you up and threw you over his right shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Startled, you started to flail around as he started to make his way to the his ship.
“Yo! Get ready to sail!” he called out to his crew.
“Put me down you ogre!” you yelled as you attempted to punch his broad back. You swore you could feel Shanks grin as he ignored you.
“No can do Y/n! I’m not leaving you this time!” he cheerfully spoke.
You continued to wrestle against Shanks’ tight grip on the back of your legs. Once he climbed on the ship, he gently placed you down on the desk. As soon as your bum hit the floor, you scrambled to get off, only the find that the ship had already sailed away from the island.
“You asshole!” you screamed. Whipping your head to see the infuriating red-haired man shooting a smile your way. “Get me off this ship right now!” you demanded.
He simply shrugged. The his whole crew was now up on the deck, laughing at your suddenly burst of anger.
“No can do, unless you wanna sail to your death on your own out there.” Shanks answered smugly.
Stomping towards Shanks, you jab a finger into his chest as you snarled at him. “You fucking kidnapped me! You had the nerve to show your face after fifteen years and kidnap me onto your ship! You’re a lunatic Red-haired!” you shrieked.
Shanks’ chest rumbled with laughter, with the rest of the crew following suit. He placed his hand onto your right shoulder as he stooped down to your left ear.
“Well, I’m here now to keep that promise we made hmm?” he lowly purred in your ear. The man pulled away and raised his eyebrow in amusement as he saw your face turn red. A deep frown was plastered on your lips as your eyebrows furled in anger.
The palms of your hand collided with his sturdy chest as you shoved him away from you. You stomped away to the other side of the gigantic ship, not wanting to come in contact with your former friend at all.
“Y/n!” he called out to you as he watched your back walk away. He grinned widely as you twisted your upper body to shoot up a middle finger at his direction.
By the gods above you were back in his life, and it somehow felt just right. Maybe this time, his wish would come true.
“What did you wish for?” he recalled your 12 year old self asking him.
“For you to be my partner in this lifetime.” he finally admitted to himself, 18 years after that one fateful night when he fell in love with you.
