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posted it on my tiktok and thought i’d post it here too

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𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓:

➥ let me help you → Shanks x depressed!Reader

𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊

➥ on nights like this → Mihawk x Fem!Reader

𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

➥ Siren of the sea → Shanks x Siren!Reader ➥ let me help you → Shanks x depressed!Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏:

➥ punishment → Mihawk x Fem!Reader

in which: you and mihawk get into a fight and in hopes of fixing your relationship you go to him for reconciliation, however, he has other ideas

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shanks x fem! reader

╰┈➤ depressed (?) reader??/ reader who wants to harm themselves/ reader tries to hurt themselves so shanks helps (idek atp)

warnings: self harm mentions/ depression/ loss; death/ age gap (early 20s reader; late 40s shanks) shanks is a bit ooc but who cares

It started two years before you met Shanks. Your father, died from a sickness no doctor in your village could fix. Next, 3 months later, your mother. Died from grief, thats what everyone told you. But, you knew the real reason though. You’d seen the empty pill bottle on the floor.

In the time you’d lost your parents you’d got low. Really low. But you’d had your two friends to help you through it. Until…

Tuesday, October 10th (two months after mother’s passing)

Weather: started off sunny but turned grey as the day went on, thunder started at 2pm. Mood: pretty neutral, improved when the storm started, due to favourite weather.

People told you to start writing things down as a way of coping, instead of bottling everything up. It worked, somewhat, but you preferred it over actually talking to people.

You’d just left your house, heading into the village to meet your friends when you spotted a ship in the docs. You hadn’t noticed it before and you noticed everything so you deduced that it had only gotten there this morning.

5 minutes and 23 seconds later you stood outside the coffee shop where you would be meeting your friends. You’d just sat down at a table outside when your friends showed up.

“There she is!” you look up from your tea, spotting your friends walking towards you. They each sat down on your sides. You slid their drinks to each of them, looking back down at your own. “Did you see those two ships down in the dock?”

Two? You only saw one when you’d left this morning. You turned to look. Your friend was indeed correct, a new ship had docked in the harbour. Now that you were closer you could know see that each boat was flying a Jolly Rodger, each with a different design however.

“Hey, those ships, they’re pirates” Your friends look over, you see in their eyes the moment they realise. “Oh, shit, yeah you’re right…maybe they don’t want trouble and are just here for like food and stuff.”

You nod “Hopefully”

Later, the three of you walked down to the bay, curiosity getting the better. A few others had come down to see what was happening. You spotted the mayor in the crowd and you walked over.

“Hello sir.” He looked up at you and you waved slightly. He adjusted his glasses, squinting before recognising you. “Ah! Hello!”

You both looked over to the pier as some people walked down the gangway of the newer boat. This one had three scratches over the right eye socket.

You watched a red-haired man, a man with long but grey hair and a larger man walk down the pier. However, before they made it far a group of three from the other pirate crew met them, forming a sort of western-style face off.

You watched them converse for a minute before the tension increased. You noticed a few others on both ships start to appear, weapons in hand. Turning to the mayor, you tried to usher him away. “Sir, I think you should leave.” You got one of the town’s people to take the mayor away before turning back to the pirates just as the first shot was fired.

Then all hell broke loose

Guns were shooting left and right, swords clashed and cannons fired. Dust filled the air as you tried to look for your friends. You ran around calling for them when you collided with something hard, causing a grunt from it. You looked up, meeting the confused gaze of the red haired pirate from earlier. “You’re not a pirate?”

Everything seemed to stop as you both held each other’s gaze. The moment quickly ended when someone started shooting at you two. An arm came around your waist as the pirate started to shoot back. You gripped his shirt, hiding yourself from harm. You realised his shirt was open towards the top and your face was up against his bare chest. The realisation made your cheeks heat up.

The fighting continued for another minute or two before silence fell and the dust settled. You looked away from the man’s chest, looking at the bodies on the floor. A lot of the civilians that were down at the harbour had been caught in the crossfire.

You staggered away from the man, calling for your friends. You walked around, not realising the man was following. The sight of two bodies lying on the ground halted you. You stared, not believing until some wind blew your friend’s hair from her face.

Your heart broke. Into a million pieces like it had when your father died and like it had when your mother died. Your knees gave out but you didn’t collapse, instead being held in the arms of the pirate you’d used as protection. You screamed their names, tears falling as the man pulled you away.

The sun woke you from your dream, a reoccurring one of the day you’d met Shanks, of the day you’d finally given up of life. You sat up, an itching in your arm. You scratched at it before opening the bedside drawer, pulling out the lighter Shanks had given you as a gift.

You stood out on the ship’s deck once the sun had risen a little more. You lent on the railings, looking out at the infinite, deep blue sea.

From the outside, most wouldn’t be able to tell you were depressed. Most would just say you were aloof. Unless the person was depressed themselves then they might know. At first you thought it would get better but in reality, your body and mind had just given up.

At least, thats what Hongo had told you. And you decided to trust his judgement, him being a doctor and all. You scratched at the bandage on your arm, the skin raw and burnt beneath. You heard some commotion and quickly regained your composure.

That was how most days went. Start the morning off with a lighter or blade to try and prove you weren’t emotionless and that you hadn’t given up. Denial is a river in Egypt. Then you’d go about your day, fulfilling your duties as the ship’s logger: writing down notable events of the day, any maintenance done on the ship and where the ship went. Some would find it boring but you rather liked the simplicity of it.

On some bad days you’d head to your room around noon and try to convince yourself. It never worked as well as you’d liked. Today seemed to be one of those days, exactly a a year and 7 months since the incident.

You sat the table in your room, looking at the knife you’d taken from the kitchen. It gleamed in the light, the sharp edge calling your name. The knife felt heavy in your hand, the wooden handle clearly meant for someone with larger hands than you.

You placed your other hand down on the table, palm down, before dragging the knife point along it, taking your time over the veins that bulged from your skin.

You’d just drawn the first bit of blood when a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you from the seat. Your head turned to see Shanks stood next to you, absolute panic on his face. “What’re you doing?! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

You looked blankly at Shanks then to the knife still in your hand. You released your grip, watching it fall to the ground. “Hey! answer me!”.

“I was trying to hurt myself” He looked confused, trying to meet your gaze. “What?” He placed his hand on your neck, turning your face to him. “Explain”

“I-…It started a week after you took me with you. I felt numb because of everything that had happened. I accidentally cut my finger when I was in the Kitchen and I realised how good it felt. To actually feel something. Pain is my only way to feel like a normal person.” Shanks’ eyebrows furrowed. “It sounds dumb to you, I know but-“

The an idea crossed his mind, you saw it in the way his eyes seemed to gleam. You were cut off by him pulling you closer and leaning down to your neck, biting into it. You let out a gasp from shock and pain that turned into a moan. You put your hand in his hair, gripping the red locs. He bit down hard enough to draw blood, pulling back to watch it drip down your neck before licking it all.

“S-Shit. Fuckin’ warn me next time” You panted heavily, touching the bite on your neck. You looked at the blood on your fingers then to Shanks. “It wouldn’t feel as good if you knew it was coming, though” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, because he managed to make you moan. He returns to your neck, licking at the wound.

He was right, it did feel good. You felt it. And it was so much better than what you were doing before. His teeth suddenly dug into your skin again, making you yelp. “You taste so good” The low hum of his voice right beside your ear made your breath hitch. “I’m sure you taste even better in other places too hmm?” Your face burned and you pushed him back, turning your head.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Get out and go do some captainy stuff” He chuckled.

Shanks and some others where gone for the day, getting supplies in a town you’d docked in. You had just finished writing it down into the logbook when you looked up and saw another ship coming into the harbour. You froze and the pen fell from your hand. Your heart started beating rapidly.

This is what happened before. You looked and saw civilians down on the docs, just like before except you were in a different position now.

You stood, legs shaking as you made your way to your room. There was a high pitched ringing in your ears that mixed with the sounds of shouting and gunshots.

You collapsed at the foot of your bed, covering your ears with your hands, digging your nails into your scalp. Your breathing increased to the point that you were hardly breathing at all.

Shanks made his way up the gangway as the boxes of materials were placed on deck. He looked around but couldn’t see you anywhere. As he was walking he accidentally stood on something. He looked down and saw your logbook dropped on the floor. He picked it up. It was strange, you valued this book more than your life and anything or anyone on the ship, even himself, as you’d told him one day.

He made his way to your room with the intent of giving you the book back but froze in the doorway when he saw you on the floor. He rushed over, throwing the book onto the bed before falling to his knees, his hand hovering over you.

“Hey, hey.” He sounded as panicked as he felt. He brought his hand to your shoulder but when he touched you, you flinched. “Hey, breathe. I need you to breathe yeah? Can you hear me?”

He noticed blood on your scalp and saw your nails digging in. He tried to take your hand away but you flinched again, letting out a sound.

By this point your breathing was practically nonexistent and he was getting desperate. Shanks looked at your teary eyes before activating his haki.

“Breathe, please, I need you to breathe.”

You suddenly gasped, air filling your lungs. You coughed.

“Move your hands away from your head.” And you did. your hands fell limply at your sides. You sat there, breathing heavily, mind completely blank. Shanks checked your head, making sure your nails didn’t do too much damage. He realised you had gone uncharacteristically quiet and looked down at you.

And oh, what a sight you were.

Flushed skin, watery eyes, slightly open mouth. He recognised the way you were looking at him, he still had his haki on you. A dreadful, awful, deceiving thought crossed his mind. You still had the mark on your neck from where he had bit you.

You wouldn’t push away this time, he could help you. Instead of you having to cut yourself, he could help.

He tried so desperately to justify it in his mind, to make it seem like a good deed but the corruption and animal instincts started to cloud his vision. Here you were. So naive, so susceptible, so powerless to his advances.

He stroked your cheek and you lent into his hand. He swore quietly before pulling your face to his and connecting your lips. His eyebrows twinged when he couldn’t feel you kiss his back so he pulled away. “Kiss me. Please, kiss me”

His heart ached and his eyes looked sad as he kissed you again, this time, you returned it. His hand moved down to your throat, brushing his thumb over where your adam’s apple would be if you were a man. You shivered and he felt it in the kiss. He tried to pull away but you chased him, pushing him onto his back as his hands gripped your shoulders.

You sucked on his tongue and watched his eyes roll back. He felt suffocated, like you were trying to consume him. Eventually, he managed to push you off with a “Stop!”

You fell backwards, hitting your head on the floor with a loud thump. He froze at the sound for a second before rushing over, holding you up. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, are you okay? Is your head alright?”

He stroked his hands through your hair, feeling the back of your head. Your forehead fell onto his shoulder and he just held you for a moment.

“…Love?” His voice was scared, scared that he had actually hurt you. “Shanks…”

Relief flooded him as he heard your albeit weak voice. “Shanks…what d’you do?” He kept a hold of your head as he pulled you away to look at him. “You were hurting yourself. I just wanted you to stop.” His voice cracked at the end.

“Shanks” You said his name again, like it was all you knew. “it hurts” He gripped your hair tighter put released it. “What does? Tell me, Love. Is it your head? I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry”

“Everywhere. Please. It hurts but i feel so empty.” You collapsed back onto his shoulder, holding your arms. He noticed you dig your fingers into the flesh and he pulled your hands away, holding them together in his lap. “Don’t do that, It won’t help.”

“Then do something. Help me Shanks. Please” Your pitch got higher as you begged and he thought back to earlier. The bite seemed to stop your harming and he could control how much of it you got.

He tilted his neck down, brushing your hair out of the way as his mouth got closer to your skin. His breath was hot and it made you shiver, goosebumps littering your skin. When he finally bit down you flinched but then you felt the pain going, replaced with pleasure and a sting.

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About Sirens of the Sea, is it the first part of a long story ? Also comments are off for the post.

hey! i’m not sure why the comments aren’t working but thanks for asking. originally, i planned to do more for the story and give the reader an arc where (she) got her tail removed by the witch but i just ran out of motivation 🫪

might finish it one day but maybe not hopefully i can

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siren of the sea

↳ Shanks x Siren!Reader

↳ in which: Reader is a Siren, cursed to forever swim the ocean alone; resorting to dragging sailors into the water to quench the hatred she feels to mankind…until she meets a red-haired, one-armed pirate

↳ additional: fem!reader, in my head, reader’s about 15 when she gets cursed so that puts her at about 35 in the main story, not too far off from shanks tho ; she can go a couple minutes out of water at the start and by the main story she can go about 3 hours out of it.

↳ tags: angst (?); smut ; fluff (not necessarily in that order)

20 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤

The wind howled outside as the storm tore through your village. It had been non-stop for the past two days. Your Mother had claimed it was God seeking vengeance on humanity; your Father had told her to shut up.

You weren’t listening to either of them, your mind was focused on the window, you were convinced you’d seen a figure outside but it seemed impossible.

“What are you on about?” your mother had said “no one could possibly be outside right now, they be swept away!”. You had nodded and gone back to looking out of the window.

“Bu-“ You were interrupted by an impossible sound…

Knock

Knock

Knock

Your father’s head shot round, staring at the door, almost willing the knock to sound again.

You looked to your mother, originally to make a comment about you being right but the look on her face shut you up.

“…Should we open it?”

“Of course not child! We don’t need the storm getting in here!”

“But there’s someone out there! You heard the knocks!”

You looked at your father desperately. He nodded, edging towards the door. You followed, slotting yourself at his side. He put a hand on your arm as he reached for the door.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as he opened the door. The figure behind it was the one you’d seen, you were sure. It was an old woman, a hunched looking hag, like the Evil Queen from a childhood story your father used to read to you. She took a step and you shrunk into your father’s side.

“Who are you?! What are you doing out there!?” He was practically shouting so she could hear over the storm.

She took another step and was now over the threshold of your home. Like magic, the storm was silenced. The door swung closed as the hag stood in the centre of the room. She spoke and her voice sounded like she’d been smoking since the womb.

“I’ve come for her”

Your father stood in front of her “Who?”

“The child” She pointed a gnarled finger at you.

“What do you want with my child?”

Your mother had stayed silent, not speaking since the woman came in.

“…She never told you? Interesting. I’ve come for the child I gave to you. 15 years ago, your wife could not bear children so she asked me for a child, to spend 15 years with one until it became an adult of its own. Your 15 years is up, I’ve come for the child”

Your ears started to ring as her words seeped into your mind. Your mother’s lack of argument was all the conformation you needed. A witch’s child? Impossible. you looked to your father who was looking to your mother.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you! You were so happy with a child, i couldn’t bear to tell you she wasn’t even yours!” Fat globs of water rolled down your mother’s cheeks as she pleaded “I would have told you eventually, I just needed more time!”

Your father looked between The Hag and your mother.

“Never mind that now, i don’t care where she cane from, you aren’t taking my daughter from me! I love her!”

The Hag cocked her head “Oh?” She pointed her finger again, tension filling the room as an energy seemed to emit from her. “Well in that case, no one shall have her”

A blinding light shot from her finger, shooting you in the chest. You dropped to the floor, screaming. A horrible pain filled your body as your limbs contorted and snapped, your neck slicing open to create gills. Your fingers stuck together and when you opened your hand you found them webbed. your clothes tore as your legs fused together, turquoise scales rupturing from your skin, covering your now tail and up your torso and across your chest. Fins grew from your back and more silky flesh appeared at the end of your tail. Your teeth and nails grew, sharp enough you rip flesh. You looked up to your father with foggy eyes. Your mother screamed as your father crouched to you, holding your face.

“I’d hurry and get her to water or she won’t be able to breathe for much longer” As The Hag said it your throat tightened. You struggled for air as your father picked you up, rushing from the house and into the storm.

He ran to the beach, wading into the tide and placing you down. Water filled your lungs and you gasped as the pressure in your head released.

You looked up to your father and he looked down at you. You held his hand. He squeezed it, a smile on his face that was suddenly replaced by a look of slight shock.

Your father fell to his knees, a red stain spreading on his shirt. “No! Father!” You reached up to his face. He leaned forwards slightly. “My child…” blood started to drip from his mouth and his breathing became shallow. “…I love…y-you”

His body went limp, falling onto your shoulder and into the water. Behind him, on the beach stood The Hag, finger pointed. You stared at her, teeth beared. You watched her mouth move, the words inaudible before she disappeared, the storm taking her away just as it brought her.

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Present

The Red Force cruised through the water, grey storm clouds starting to form in the distance. Thunder rumbled in the distance as Snake called across the deck “Looks like a storms headin’ our way!”

Shanks appeared beside him, looking at the map in Snake’s hands then to the storm ahead. “Could we go around?” Snake shook his head “Well then! Straight ahead, through the storm. If we can’t go around it, might as well go through it, thats what I say!”

Lucky Roux snickered “Use that analogy for anything else?” The crew erupted with laughter as they entered the storm zone.

Beckman straightened “Be quiet” The others slowly stopped laughing. “What is it?” The captain approached. “I can hear singing” His first mate replied.

Everything was silent now, save for the clouds above them. In the quiet they could just make out the sound of a voice harmonising with the crashing waves”

𝘼𝙝~ 𝘼𝙝𝙖~

Then the singing began.

𝙐𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮

𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢’𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣

𝙎𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, “𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤, 𝙞 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚’𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙

𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙚

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙟𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙

The crew leaned over the side of the railing, spotting you on a rock down in the water. your back was to them as you kept singing.

“What should we do captain?” Shanks pondered before answering. “I’m going down there”

The crew tried to dissuade him but alas, he went anyway, climbing the rungs down to the rocks. He jumped down, making his way over. You were sat right on the edge, your tail in the water. He saw the scaled limb as he got closer.

“Would you look at that, a mermaid”

Your song started to come to an end and you turned your head to him, your blank eyes meeting his brown ones. He knelt down, reaching a hand out. You brought yours to his, placing it palm to palm. He noticed the webbed fingers and he paused. Mermaids don’t have webbed appendages, and definitely not clear eyes, they were known for their beautiful eyes. That meant…

Before he could get up you grinned, bearing your sharp teeth then, you pulled him into the water. He thrashed and you dragged him further down, the water started to become darker as the light struggled to reach the deepness. You held onto him tightly, stabbing your nails into his sternum, biting into his shoulder. He jerked, bubbles floating up from his mouth. You sucked on the blood appearing from his shoulder, licking the wound.

He grabbed at your face with his hand, forcing your face to look at his. The blood from his shoulder covered your lips and floated through your teeth. Your smile twitched, your eyes getting lost in his. Your smile fully dropped and you blinked a few times.

You dug your nails into him to keep yourself conscious but your mind still stopped, put the rest just from the man’s eyes.

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You awoke with something hard against your back. you opened your eyes and saw that you were in a bathtub, the white ceramic caging you. Your head broke the water and you looked around. A dark room, a bedroom, with a bathtub in it, clearly it was only put there for you.

“Awake i see”

Your eyes search for the source of sound in the darkness, meeting the red-haired pirate’s shining pupils. He sat across the room, on a chair facing you. The storm still thundered outside as waves crashed up against the ship. The occasional lightning strike would illuminate the room, giving you a better view of him. You noted his open shirt with one sleeve tied near the top.

“Not a talkative one are you?”

You shrunk back into the water, stopping just before it reached your eyes. “…I don’t talk to humans” Your gaze stayed focused, guard on high alert.

“But you sing to them though? Now, I gotta ask, were you singing to any of us specifically or were you hoping I came down to you?” You stayed silent, looking away. He laughed, a big hearty laugh. “I’m just kidding, and thats not actually why I’m here.” He waited for you to ask why he was there.

“…”

“Well since you asked, I’m the one who’s gonna be guarding you, making sure you don’t bite anyone else’s shoulders off” He gave you a look, smile disappearing. “…Sorry” You mumbled into the water.

Another crash of thunder followed by a flash of light came from outside. You flinched, dipping your head fully under the water. He studied your actions, looking between the tub and the window. Shanks got up, walking to the window and closing the curtain. It didn’t really help with the noise but it slightly muffled it and the lightning was gone.

He slowly made his way across the room to you, tapping the porcelain lightly. You poked your head up, eyes meeting his. “Is that better?” You look over to the window, noting the curtain. You nodded slightly.

He walked back over to his chair, sitting down and manspreading. You locked eyes again, a staring contest began. You looked away, down at his feet, your face warm.

“Why were you out there? We’re miles from any island and you couldn’t’ve been born there. Sirens aren’t natural so you must’ve swam.” His face showed no anger, just a longing to understand.

“…Lots of ships pass through here,…lots of people” He hummed “Not to talk to though, to eat, right? I’ve heard stories of sailors going missing out here, even whole ships. Guess they weren’t as lucky as me.”

“I-“ You began but were interrupted by someone at the door. “Come in.” Shanks called to the person, still looking at you. Beckman opened the door. “The others need you on deck” “Can’t” “W..Well it’s an emergency” “Gotta look after the princess don’t I?” He never broke eye contact as he was talking, keeping his keen gaze on you

You blushed at the name.

“Well, I can keep an eye on her whilst you go deal with the situation” Beckman offered “Would that be okay with you?” You looked over at the new man then back to the red haired. You nodded. Shanks stood, walking to the door.

“Take good care of her” He chuckled as he walked out.

You submerged yourself into the water, closing your eyes.

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When you opened your eyes again you saw light above the water. You sat up, stretching your tail out of the tub and looking around. It was day now, you’d fallen asleep the night before. You looked down at the water; it felt gross, it wasn’t saltwater so it needed to be changed. You looked for The Red Haired Pirate, spotting him on the bed, asleep. It felt awkward, him with his guard down and you watching him.

“…Hello?” He shifted, opening his eyes and sitting up. He was shirtless, his left arm stopping just below the shoulder. The bite you’d left was there, still slightly red. He looked over at you and smiled. “Morning princess”

You bristled “I need new water, this isn’t salt, it needs to be changed” He looked at the white bathtub “Yeah, I guess so” He stood, walking over, stopping next to you. He looked over at your tail, the thin, translucent fins abstracting the light, giving it a turquoise tint. “Your tail is beautiful” You blushed “I said I need new water” He chuckled. “I heard you the first time princess”

He reached into the water, his hand on your back “Hey! What’re you doing?” He lifted you, holding you against his chest as you grabbed into his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall. “Taking you out whilst I get someone to change the water” He walked out of the room, spotting Beckman down the corridor.

“Benn! C’mere!” Benn walked over to you two. “Need you to change the water in the bathtub or put saltwater in”

He nodded, looking to you. “Where’re you going in the meantime?”

Shanks pondered “How long till we get to the next island?”

“About 5 minutes”

“Perfect”

Shanks continued down the corridor, getting up to the deck. You shrunk into his bare shoulder, the sun blinding. He chuckled.

“I have a question” You mumbled into his shoulder as he walked to the Bow. “What is it?” He grabbed a barrel, putting you on it.

The sun warmed your skin, drying your body of the water, giving it a golden glow. You looked out: the ocean was much calmer now, the serene blue surrounding everything. In the distance you saw an island, you could make out a few palm trees on the shore. A gentle breeze picked up, swaying your hair.

Shanks studied you, your hair, face, eyes, scales that led to your tail and those fins, still shining turquoise and he realised something. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“What’s your name? You brought me onto your ship, watched over me and I don’t know your name.” He continued to study you, the silence growing longer until you looked over to him. “Shanks…that’s my name…yours?”

“…I can’t remember. No one’s said my name in 20 years..” You looked away, slightly embarrassed. Shanks leaned back on the railing, looking out at the crystal ocean.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to keep calling you princess then hm?” He chuckled, putting his hand on your shoulder. You chuckled dryly, looking to him. “…Shanks?” He nodded “That’s it”

“Stupid name”

His grin became a frozen smile of shock. “Well excuse me, at least I have a name!” You giggled, tail slapping against the barrel. He laughed, putting his hand on his chest. You looked down at it, then at his chest. His skin was glowing in the sunlight, a yellowy-orange you only get in sunrise or sunset.

Your eyes traced his chest, up to his neck, briefly glancing at the bite you’d left then up to his jaw, sharp with some stubble. His face was perfect, nice nose, beautiful eyes and smiley lips. You looked at the scratches on his eye. He smiled down at you. You looked away.

“What happened to your arm?” He sighed. “It’s a long story” You nodded “What about your eye?” “An even longer story”

A shout came from behind you two, the voice belonged to Beckman, shouting about the water. As you looked back, you noticed the flag at the top of the mast. A Jolly Roger waved happily in the breeze. You froze.

Pirates? Oh no, you’d heard stories of mermaids and fish people who’d been taken on board pirate ships.

You looked back at Shanks, trying to conceal your fear. He shouted down to Benn before turning to you. “Ready? He got some sea water for the tub”

You decided the best thing to do would be to go along with him until you could find an escape. You nodded, mouth twitching into a smile. He noticed something was off. “You okay?” You nodded “Y-Yeah just feeling dried out” He picked you up “Well lets get you back to the tub”

As he carried you, you scolded yourself. How could you be so stupid! What other reason would they have to bring you on board other than to kill you or sell you to some black market! Idiot!

He placed you down into the water, your skin immediately felt better. “That good?” You nodded and he smiled, patting your head before sitting on his bed. He picket up a shirt, pulling it on but not fully buttoning it up. “I just thought, you haven’t had anything to eat have you?” You shook your head. He nodded “What do you eat?” “Meat…raw” He walked out, gently shutting the door.

A few minutes later the door opened again but it wasn’t Shanks. Yasopp held a plate of meat, pulling a small stool over to you to put the plate on. “Here you go. We only had fish…I hope thats not like…cannibalism for you…” His worry was answered when you tore into the meat, devouring it in less than a second, reaching for the next.

You finished your food and looked at the man sat across from you. “Where’s Shanks?” Yasopp looked up, eyes meeting yours. “He’s getting his shoulder re-stitched it’ll probably be another hour and a half before he comes back. Uh- I’m Yasopp by the way” You nodded, a plan forming in your head.

After 20 minutes his guard had fallen, lazily looking out of the window. And you decided now was the time.

Pourquoi ton prénom me blesse

Quand il se cache juste là dans l’espace

C’est quelle émotion, ta haine

Ou de la doucer

Quand j’etends ton prénom

Je t’avais dit “ne regarde pas en arrière”

Le passé qui te suit, te fait la guerre

He stiffened , looking over at you. Your eyes met his as you sang and they clouded over, similar to your own. He was yours now. “Come here” He stood, walking over to you. “Take me to the water”

He lifted you, though you found you preferred when Shanks did. On the deck Lucky Roux walked over. “What ya doing Yasopp?” You whisper into his shoulder “Captain’s orders” Yasopp repeated to Roux “Cap’n’s orders” Roux nodded, patting his back before walking off. Yasopp got to the stern, stopping at the railing. He moved you, placing you on to it. Before he let go, you heard a click behind his head. You froze, looking to see Shanks with a gun to Yasopp’s head. He had a dark coat on now.

“Bring her back to this side Yasopp” You whispered for him to let go. He removed his arms from you and Shanks pushed the gun harder into his head. “What’re you doing? Yasopp!” He pulled him around, forcing him to face Shanks’ angered face. His dark eyes met Yasopp’s blank ones and he released him, looking over to where you were, now weren’t. He rushed to the railing, just in time to see your tail slap against the water. Shanks swore before slumping to the deck, leaning against the rails.

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You made your way towards the island you’d seen. You briefly looked back at the boat, feeling a small pang of sadness but you reminded yourself what they could’ve done to you if you’d stayed.

You get to the docks of the island and come up to one of the piers. You surface next to a medium sized boat that a few people were taking cargo off of. One of them spots you. “Hey, look! There’s a person in the water!” They look over and two of them approach, reaching down into the water and pulling you out. They pull you up onto the deck and stare at you. “A mermaid?” “No, a siren”

You put on your best ‘cute’ voice you could muster, batting your lashes and pouting your lips “Please help me, some pirates tried to kill me” They all stared at you like lovesick fools and nodded. “Of course pretty lady, we’ll help ya, lets get the boss”

A tall man with cropped hair and an expensive looking suit came down from the boat. He stood in front of you, looking down. “Well aren’t you a beautiful woman? Pirates you said?” You nodded, looking up at him through your lashes. You bit your lip “I just need a big strong man to protect me” The men started shouting but the boss shut them up. He hoisted you into his arms in a bridal style lift.

The boss, whose name you’d learnt was Blade, took you to a building in the town. It looked very posh from the outside. He’d had a tank brought out and put you inside The tank was a vertical cuboid, the water was a murky green that filled the whole thing. “There you go princess, I’ll take great care of you” He grinned and you felt sick. The way he’d said it. ‘Princess’. You hated it..but why didn’t you hate it when He said it?

You heard an irritating sound and looked down. Blade held a knife, scratching it along the glass. He grinned at you before walking away. You looked up at the lid and tried to push it but it was locked. You started to panic. Why did he have a knife? Why is the tank locked? Where did he go?

The stories you’d heard of other fish-people came back to you. You slammed yourself against the glass but it did nothing.

About an hour passed and you couldn’t see anything that was happening outside until a blinding light shot at you, illuminating the tank. You covered the light with your hand and tried to make out what was happening outside. You spotted some people, they were below you and they looked like they were sat down. As you strained your eyes to see, you saw more rows of people maybe about 5 more. You looked to the side and saw Blade. He was stood at a podium, speaking to the people.

You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you saw the gavel in his hand and the signs people in the crowd were holding. You were at an auction. Not only that, you were being sold!

You started banging on the glass and thrashing around which seemed to make more people put up their signs, each with increasing enthusiasm. You looked at the people and saw a red haired man standing towards the back. He was looking at the floor. You started banging on the glass harder.

Someone next to him nudged him, gesturing to look at the stage. He spotted you and immediately straightened. You watched his mouth start moving, it looked like he was shouting. You looked to Blade and he was shouting back. Shanks and his crew began to make their way to the stage, Shanks running the fastest.

He jumped up to the stage, standing in front of you. You placed your hand on the glass, he put his against yours. There was a muffled crash and you looked over to see the podium knocked over and Blade on the floor with it, a gun pointed at him by Beckman.

Shanks called over to Beckman who pointed the gun at the tank. You flinched away, pressing yourself into a corner as he shot the tank. Glass exploded everywhere as the water swept out beneath you. You fell onto glass, breathing heavily. A warm hand held your shoulder and you looked up to see Shanks.

You pounced on him, hugging him tightly, body shaking as you cried. “I’ve got you princess” You sobbed, talking too fast and tripping over your words. You tried to apologise but he shushed you. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, you don’t need to apologise, you’re okay, I’m here princess”

!! extra points if you know what the songs are !!

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Perona // my favourite 😝

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me when writers block

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thinking about writing a shanks x reader fic where reader starts to piss him off in bed so he uses his haki on them…👀👀👀

How we feel about that?

should i do it?

YESSSS

no you sick fuck, go to sleep

Voting ended onJun 7

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Mihawk x Reader

Thunder growled outside as wind rattled the windows, trying to force its way in. The usually stoic castle seemed to gain a spectral feel to it whenever the weather turned dark. The storm was not a fear of yours, nor a fear of the old building collapsing. No, it was more so the reminder of what a kind of place it was. And what a place it was indeed. Whenever you dwelled on your living situation, unconditional happiness spread through you: gratefulness that you lived in a place like this.

From where you were sat up in the bed, there was a clear view of the large window and of the battle that raged beyond it. You pulled your robe closer, the small, silk nightie below it rubbed across your thighs as you shifted. A flash of lightning illuminated the well furnished room, the colours mainly consisted of black, silver and a deep red. The curtains attached to your bed were a dark cherry red with black and silver embroidered detailings; the silk sheets black with red frills and the fainting chair with red fabric and black stained wood.

Another crash of thunder was accompanied by the sudden feeling of a hand on your waist. You turned to your lover who gazed up at you through his ebony lashes. It drastically contrasted his pale complexion but his eyes brought the look together. Crimson irises that seemed to glow in the darkness. His hand trailed higher, resting just below your breasts.

“My love, what torments your mind?” He shifts, sitting up next to you, moving your gown out of the way and pressing delicate kisses to your shoulder. You lean back into him, letting his touch consume you. He slides his hand down your arm, taking your hand in his and shifting his affections to the rings that donn your delicate fingers. You watch his lips press against the cold metal.

“I do hope I am the object of your fixation as you are mine” You turn your head to him, removing your hand from his and holding his face. His eyes follow your movements as your fingers stroke his jaw. “Always, my love, but other matters consume me as well as you.” You bring your lips to his, closing your eyes. He leans in, holding you tighter.

He pulls away, stroking some loose strands of hair from your face. “What concerns you, dear?” You kiss him again, moving to kiss his jaw once. “Nothing, mon cherie. I was just pondering the weather that rages beyond the walls of this beautiful place” He chuckled lightly, kissing your cheek.

“It is beautiful, is it not? Such a violent thing, yet so peaceful from here” You nodded at his words, turning your head to watch the storm. He rested his head on your shoulder, accompanying your gaze. He kissed your shoulder once more, his eyelashes tickled your skin.

The peaceful silence continued for another minute, both of you basking in the other’s presence; it was occasionally broken by rumbling and crashes. “Do you have the time, mon cheri?” The raven’s voice almost startled you, awakening you from your dream-like trance. You look over to the bedside cabinet where your favourite watch sat on the wood. You picked it up, holding the chain with your left hand, opening the compartment with your right.

“I make it 10 past the hour mon amour” You closed the pendant, it snapped together with a light click. “And what hour would that be?” You felt his smile against your shoulder and smiled too. “Midnight, darling” He took the watch from your hands, threading it through his fingers. He gave it back to you, placing it into your hands gently, closing your fingers around it.

“I have something for you, très cher” He moved away, standing up and walking across the room. You watched him as he walked. Black trousers and a beige blouse with exactly the right amount of frills. You adored the way his baggy sleeves fell across his arms, deceiving to the eye of the muscles that lay underneath. He opened a drawer of the vanity you both used and pulled out a small box.

You stood, walking over until you were at his side. He handed the box to you. Your fingers brushed his has it was handed over. Inside was a breath-taking, gorgeous pendant with silver chain and a bright ruby gem. You looked up, eyes meeting his, almost the same colour as the jewel. His hand stroked your cheek, feather-light touches dancing across your skin. He leaned down, placing a delicate yet passionate kiss to your lips.

“Happy anniversary amour, Je t'aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire” You smiled brightly, leaning up to kiss him again. You whispered against his lips “C'est beau, love”

He took the necklace from the box, moving you to turn your back to him. Moving your hair away and sliding your robe from your shoulders, he placed the necklace on your sternum and attached it together at your nape. He repositioned your hair but left your robe where it was, sat at your elbows.

“I do hope your aren’t expecting a gift from me because I’m afraid you won’t be getting one” He chuckled, gracing his fingers over the gem. “I’m sure we can think of a last minute present”. You raised an eyebrow, slightly smirking. “Oh?”

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Mihawk groaned beneath you as your hips slowly moved in an excruciating circle. Your soft pants mixed with his noises as you both settled down from your previous high. You looked down, along your body, the gem still sat as beautiful as ever on your collarbone, littered with bites, dribbles of blood and bruises, along and up his which was equally covered, red patches sprouting beneath his open blouse.

His cheeks had turned an equally red shade, one of which you cupped in your hand, thumb stroking over it. His eyes met yours and he opened his mouth, inviting your fingers over. You placed your thumb on his tongue, weary to not activate his gag reflex which you’d heard all about from a red-haired yonko. He sucked on your thumb gently, keeping eye contact the whole time.

You leaned down, replacing your digit with your mouth, rolling your tongue against his. You let out a sound between a moan and a gasp as his member started to harden again inside of you. You pulled away, putting your thumb back but purposely pressing on his tongue to gag him. He struggled and you chuckled at the noise.

His hand came up to your hip, brushing against it but you firmly pressed it down onto the mattress. You tsk-ed lightly. “This is a present for you Cheri, just sit back and let me do the work hm?” He nodded, closing his eyes and adjusting to a more comfortable position. “I only wish that you could be pleasured too, my love, I do hope you’ll let me after this”.

You kissed down his chest, fingers gliding underneath the fabric the rested there. Your hips began their ministrations again as you showered his body in your love. “Maybe for our next anniversary, i’ll get you a better gift” You sucked on his nipple, tongue lolling around it. “Maybe one that includes your old friend?”

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some photos i’ve taken recently 📸⭐️

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When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

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a little shower thought for now…

‧ ₊❝ overstimulating gojo by removing his blindfold

gojo always keeps his blindfold wrapped tightly around his eyes to prevent sensory overload from his surroundings because of the six eyes. i can see this also applying to the bedroom, claiming he would “immediately bust a nut from how good your pussy feels”.

even though you’d always wanted to feel the intimacy of looking into those luminous blue eyes, you respected his wishes. and he always made up for it by fucking you real good.

but today, you were pissed.

his hands are bound behind the chair as you ride him deep and slow. he’s tugging at his restraints, head thrown back, hips bucking up to fuck deeper into you.

“please—need to feel you, feel your tits. you’re so tight around me, haah—squeezing me to death,” he gasps between moans, dick pulsing wildly.

the grin on your face is borderline wicked.

“should’ve thought twice before forgetting our anniversary dinner. had me looking like a goddamn idiot waiting for you. getting stood up by her date,” you spit, slamming back down onto his painfully hard cock.

“m’sorry, fuck, i didn’t mean to—shiit—i promise i’ll buy you whatever you want tomorrow. i’ll do whatever you want, just let me touch you,” he begs, tears beginning to stain the cloth over his eyes.

you drag a teasing finger down his jaw, raising goosebumps from your feather-light touch. you murmur, “hmm, there is one thing i want.”

“yes—yes, anything, please—”

wordlessly, you trace the edge of his blindfold, hooking a finger underneath. there’s a sharp intake of breath from the man underneath you. but he doesn’t object. you pull the blindfold down, letting it hang from his neck. the bulge of his adam’s apple bobs underneath the strip of fabric.

his eyes squint, struggling to adapt to the sudden brightness. before it hits him like a freight train.

the smell of your perfume. the metallic tang of blood from biting his lips too hard. the dips and curves of your naked waist. the shuddered breath as you struggle to take all of him. and worst of all, how tight and warm you feel around him. he can feel every ridge of your walls that are clenching so hard he’s sure it’s leaving an imprint on his dick.

you test this new-found sensitivity, grinding harder, slick making a mess of your thighs.

all he can see, feel, smell, hear, and taste is you. his mind is spinning, giddy from the sensation of you. he whimpers, thighs shaking from how dangerously close he is to an orgasm.

“g’na cum,” he moans, arms flexing, muscles tensed, from behind his back. he’s trying so hard not to cum into you right now.

“beg for it.” oh you were being so mean.

“please, i love you so much, ngh—let me fill you up, pleasepleaseplease,” his words are slurring together, his brain already short-circuiting.

“go ahead,” you purr into his ear, nibbling on the edge of his helix.

that’s all it takes before he’s spilling into you, with a groan that travels to your core. his fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles are turning white, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll back.

you reach your high soon after, the mixture of your releases dripping onto the chair. your body falls forward in exhaustion, pressing your sweaty chests together.

the weight of your body collapsed onto him was enough to make him harden again. his eyes glint with mischief as he starts lazily fucking up into you. you scramble for purchase on his shoulders, realising he’s turned the tables on you.

“guess i have the rest of the night to make it up to you.”

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Shanks aesthetic

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toji fushiguro

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geto core

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gojo aesthetic