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Heyy! She/Her, 24y!

[savvypirate]

The Boys Need a Hair Cut Ft. Monster Trio, Shanks, and Ace x gn!Reader

A/N: Soley because this is just a fun and cute idea and slightly suggestive on Shanks' part. Cause he's a whore and I love him.

Their hair has gotten a bit too long so here we are, attempting to give them a trim. Good luck~

Shanks

"Come here."

"Not coming."

"Shanks."

"Nope."

"Shanks, your hair is in your eyes."

"I can still see."

"You literally keep complaining about it."

"Do not."

You scowled at him, scissors in hand, as you did you best to try and cage the 6'6" emperor in his cabin. He was acting like a child about this and it was just a simple hair cut. Not that hard! But here you were.

"Shanks. Just a trim. I'm not even taking a lot of it off but you need it done." You told him, he let you shave him all you wanted but when it came to cutting his hair, he refused. The red haired emperor pouted at you as you set your jaw.

"I don't want to."

"Shanks, do not be ridiculous."

He whined as you pointed at the chair. "Sit down for five minutes, that's all it will take." You promised as the man did so.

"I think I deserve compensation for this."

You rolled your eyes as he did sit down and you walked behind him, grabbing the comb and the basin of water you had to wet his hair. "And what do you want?" You asked as you brushed through his hair, you weren't an idiot, you knew he was relaxing the moment you started your brushing.

"Hm... A kiss?" He thought then grinned to himself. "A kiss, cuddles, and perhaps, my face between your legs?" He said cheekily as your cheeks heated up and you slapped at his shoulders.

"Shanks!" You squeaked before laughing as he grinned over his shoulder at you. You turned his head and tilted it down as you began to trim his hair., not a lot like you had promised but enough so that it wouldn't be bothering him too much. You always knew when he'd get irritated with his hair. He hated having it too long and never understood how Beckman or Yasopp could deal with it.

"Fine, that's acceptable though I'd think I'd be the one on my knees."

"Not tonight, I want to take my reward." He said proudly, doing as you told him to do without complain now, and you felt your cheeks heat up again. Gods, he was a menace even while he was getting his hair cut.

Yet, if it made his hair look better, who were you to complain about having a red haired emperor between your legs eating you out all night?

Ace

"I don't need a haircut, sweetheart." Ace told you as you raised a brow at him.

"You don't?" You questioned and he shook his head, shaggy black hair swaying back and forth as he did so.

"Nope."

"Weren't you complaining about it being in your eyes last night?"

"Couldn't have been me."

You made a sound of disbelief at that before you walked towards him and forced him to sit down. "It was you and the entire crew saw it." You huffed as he whined a bit.

"It wasn't!" Yet he was already taking of his hat and setting it to the side. You shook your head as you ran your hands through the messy locks and sighed. "Have you washed your hair lately?"

"No..."

"Ace..."

"What? I didn't want to get wet." He pouted and you huffed at him.

"You're exactly like a cat." You told him as you set the scissors aside. "First bath, then we cut your hair, and you'll look even better."

"Even better?" He questioned with a faint blush and a pout. "But I'm handsome."

"You are and you'll be even more handsome after a bath." You told him. "I promise it won't be too long, okay?" You kissed his cheek and wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling his neck in a way that you knew made him melt.

"Fine, but not too long." He said and you beamed. It didn't take you long to wash his hair and his body, he also felt much better and you knew it too. But you didn't say anything about it, you also knew that he felt much better as you trimmed a couple inches off his hair and then you messed it up a bit.

He laughed as he pulled you into his lap once you had finished and placed the scissors off to the side. "Do I look better now?" He asked teasingly and you laughed as you kissed him, fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed your lips to his again.

"Much better. Do you feel better?"

You didn't get an answer in the form of words, no, Ace snored as his head fell to your shoulder and you couldn't help but laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Oh, fire starter. You're such a mess."

Zoro

"No."

"Zoro." "No."

"I just need to touch it up in the back."

"I can use my swords." "I assure you that you can not use your swords on your hair."

"How do you know that?"

You scowled at the swordsman while he sat with his back to the mast, arms crossed and his eyes shut. It was time for the tri monthly hair cut the boys all seemed to need, the girls were much more willing to do it unlike the boys. Franky, Sanji, and Usopp were the only ones who'd willing corporate while Zoro and Luffy didn't. It was always a battle.

"Can you stop being a stubborn asshole for once and let me just trim it?" You asked and he opened his eye slowly, smirked, and shut his eye again after taking you in, how you looked while pissed off at him, and how he enjoyed that a bit too much.

"No."

"Unbelievable."

You walk off after that, fully intending to get him later. It's three hours later that you do get him to sit down and its only after everyone has gone to bed. Zoro wouldn't tell you this but he liked when you took care of his hair, it made him feel at ease and it also was a moment he liked to share where it was just the two of you.

You smiled as he sat down in front of you, his silent gesture that meant he was ready for you to cut his hair. He didn't have too much growth to it but it made it easier to trim up and make it look nice too. You finished up relatively quickly and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

"There, all done." You said happily and he scoffed but there was a smile on his lips anyway.

"Tch, troublesome."

Sanji

He's happy to sit down when you tell him to. Sanji cares about his appearance and he doesn't like his hair getting too long without having a healthy trim. It's something that he learned from Zeff. He was a cook after all but he had an image to uphold. It also allowed him to be close to you in such an intimate way.

His pretty blue eyes watched as your tongue stuck out in concentration as you gently cut the ends off his blonde hair. It wasn't too much but it was just enough to make his head feel a bit lighter. He smiled up at you, causing you to blush just a bit.

"Better?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair. He was always so sweet and still while he got his hair cut and he looked so cute, you couldn't help yourself as you leaned into him when he wrapped his arms around you.

"Much, thank you, my love." He leaned up and kissed you, causing you to smile against his lips.

"Anytime, baby." You muttered and he blushed this time but he wouldn't trade this, not for a second and not when he got you all to himself for a little while.

Luffy

Somehow, it had come down to you to cut the Captain's hair. Your eyes narrowed at him as he sat perfectly still. You had figured he'd put up a fight but then again, Luffy did like his hair played with. Not that he realized that too much but he did.

"Aren't you going to cut it?" He asked, tilting his head at you. His hat sat in his lap and you stared at him.

"You're not... going to fight me on it?"

"No, Makino used to cut mine and Ace's hair. He was always a lot worse about it than me." He shrugged and you stared at him before nodding as you walked over.

"Okay, how much do you want off?" You asked, combing trhough his hair as he thought about ti and shrugged.

"Not a lot! But you'll do a good job!" He said as it if it were law and you grinned.

"I won't do too much, just a trim." You promised him as he nodded. He trusted you enough to know you wouldn't mess his hair up, not that he cared too much about it, but he didn't like it when it got close to getting into his eyes either.

You're done in record time, running your fingers through it before pulling them away. He beamed at you, that bright smile that was all sunshine.

"Thanks!" He said happily before pulling you into his lap and you let out a startled laugh.

"Luffy!"

He grinned as he nuzzled your neck and sighed. "I like when you play with my hair." He told you and you softened just a bit as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, running your fingers through his hair again. He relaxed as he snuggled against you, quite content to just hold you in his arms with his fresh new haircut.

[xx-art-xx-xx]

doodle

[lostuzumaki]

Princess Luffy AU

Part1

[n3wwks]

[sanusomaxxing]

No one say ANYTHING.

[3vergrewe]

IT’S MY SANUSO-VERSARY🎉 a year ago today I posted my first fanart of sanuso on my twt, I had no idea what was coming…

Anyway, to celebrate I thought a comic about a fan fav headcanon (the lightning scars) and my interpretation of them would be fun^^

I hope you all enjoy and ty for loving sanuso with me for these past few months!💛💙

[rosieletwst]

D&D Time!!

ft. Ignihyde brothers, Azul and Yuu

As you can see, my other obsession has bleed in to my other obsession. I need to understand DnD better ahsghr

If you guys can't see what I wrote, imma both write it again on the more section. I can't add it on alt cause it'll be confusing... sorry. Also I'm adding extra information too ;3

Idia💀

"You all wake up in an unfamiliar world together. Similar, yet different.."

Nerd #1

He's wearing his S.T.Y.X leader outfit for this lmao

DM (dungeon master)

He's kinda taking the account of Yuu's story but make it another fantasy world since he doesn't know Yuu's world much

Bro is ruthless to Azul's character.

Wants to create an NPC that targets Yuu's interest but.. aha chickened out last minute.

After session 5, he kinda regrets playing with these two chuckle fucks (Azul and Yuu) Cause both of them causes different problems that he will have headaches in.

Did and will sabotage every chance Azul gets to flirt lmao :)

Is, surprisingly a good story teller.

Ortho 🤖

"How exciting!"

He's the reason why they're playing D&D.

Heard once that Yuu wanted to play it in her world once and snitched to Idia about it immediately.

The only one who took notes. Like, at all. Is nice enough to share it with the others though...

Nerd #2

He sometimes Co-DM with Idia to immerse the other two players. Those moments, all the party involved are very into the lore the two brothers made.

The best at combat and usually is the reason why fights is as hard as it is usually with these 4.

The only one that doesn't annoy Idia ;3... atleast not until session 6. We don't talk about session 6.

Plays a Paladin!

Azul🐙

"How... childish." - Said the one who took it too seriously at the end.

Didn't like it at first. That lasted till the first combat and the idea that he could start a business to make infinite gold.

Yes he is the richest out of the three. Doesn't really share his gold unless they make a deal... fucker.

Originally came because he over heard about Yuu wanting to play dnd with the Ignihyde. Stay cause he needs to be the richest man in the dnd world...

Nerd #4 (Cause he only got into it later on after the second session)

Plays as Warlock! (In the story he's basically made his Patron fall for his Deals. The reason why he and Azul fought at the table lmao)

Tries to flirt with Yuu in character cause he's a chicken when it comes to actually flirt outside of game. Though it always fails cause Idia and Ortho often team up to prevent that shit.

Surprisingly loves the combat system.

Yuu🦐

"YEEPIE!!!"

Nerd #3

Clearly fucking ecstatic

Didn't realize that D&D existed in TWST (with a different name but still the same overall)

Loves the lore for every character she meets that it becomes a hassle to Idia to keep track of all of them cause she'll randomly mentioned a certain NPC that he totally forgets. Absolutely kept a few critters as pets that Idia may or may not plan to kill off in the future to create drama. That didn't eventually happen cause Ortho also loves their little imaginary pets.

Not good at combat. Is the reason why Ortho stocks at healing.

Funniest moments are moments where she can use vicious mockery in combat. "Your life is insignificant! Isn't that why you're fighting us rather than getting a job?" "GREAT SEVENS YUU!! WHO HURT YOU?!?"

Plays as a Bard... that has zero skills in flirting, high in charisma though lmao...

Accidentally told the other boys about their secret not really secret dnd session at week 9 and now everyone in their mother's name who are friends with Yuu wants to play with them. Azul and Idia declined that shit immediately with few exceptions (cause they're assholes like that.)

Did eventually DM in the future for the first years when she got the hang of it.

[whamber]

I love "Merlin crossdressing for plot reasons" fics lmao

[allineedisonedream]

They give me the sillys, I’m gonna combust.

I think this is the last post of them for a while. I finally got them out of my system, though I still have some ideas I want to finish someday.^^

[gardezamour]

has anyone written a merlin au where arthur finds out balinor is merlin’s father, and that’s how he learns of merlin’s magic?

and i mean only arthur knows. merlin and balinor don’t have a clue.

like balinor starts to get through to arthur, telling him how he can still fix the mistakes that have been made. to do so he shares that he had to leave the love of his life in order to protect her and their son. he had to shield them from the dangers that the anti-magic propaganda had created for him. on the run from hunters who either felt entitled to use his power, or set him ablaze in cold blood.

he describes a town much like the one merlin brought him to once. the woman he speaks of falling in love with someone so similar to merlin’s mother that he sees it.

he notices how merlin and balinor laugh the same, ponder with furrowed brows the same, and how they prefer to eat with their hands instead of utensils.

he connects the dots with a flurry of nightmares. he realizes that merlin has magic in his blood and he’s terrified of what might happen if the truth gets out.

and when balinor dies, he yells in horror. not just because an innocent man was dead, but because it doomed merlin unfathomably. the one man he wouldn’t be able to hold back his own tears for.

and he couldn’t stand to break merlin’s heart with the news. so, when he eventually learns of merlin’s magic, he understands a little more what it takes to make someone lie for love.

cause if they have, let me know 🙏

edit: it seems i may write it myself lol

[literary-claustrophobia]

When I go into ao3, I leave my critical thinking at the door. My disbelief? Suspended. As long as your characterization is plausible, I'll let you take me on any journey and say thank you at the end. Are those plotholes? Never you mind, babe. I will be pole vaulting across them like they never were. Was that a snowstorm in Cabo so they could have a cozy, single bed hotel room? Of course, I'm no meteorologist. Keep em coming, hun. Just know I'm leaving Kudos at the end and kissing you on the lips.

[bakerharrystyles]

Fulfilling an old @merthurmicrofic prompt: favour Word count: 1227

“I need a favour.”

Merlin glanced out at Arthur from inside his cupboard, where he was hanging—or rather, shoving—Arthur’s tunics. “Really? Another one? Do I not do enough for you already?”

“Shut up, Merlin.” Arthur took a breath. “I need you to kiss me.”

Merlin stared. He’d misheard. “You—what?”

“Don’t make it weird, Merlin.”

“You need me to—what—why?!”

Arthur huffed and turned away. “My father has arranged for me to marry Princess Vivian. I’ve tried to tell him I’m—you know—”

“A git?”

“—Gay, and that I won’t marry someone I don’t even like let alone have any sort of romantic attachment to. But, well—you know how he is. He doesn’t listen. So, I thought… perhaps he could use… further convincing. Of a more… visual sort.”

Merlin stared at him some more.

“If he saw me kissing a man, he’d hardly be able to deny my—” Arthur waved vaguely at himself. “Well, in any case, it might put Vivian off.”

“Are you trying to get me killed?! He’ll chop my head off!”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Merlin. I’d never let him. I need your head far too much.” Merlin’s wide-eyed horror twisted instantly into a filthy grin and Arthur quickly carried on, “If you were headless, you wouldn’t be able to polish my armour, mend my clothes, sharpen my sword—”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Merlin sighed. “But why me?! Get Gwaine or Lancelot to do it! I’m sure they’d be thrilled.”

Arthur ticked reasons off on his fingers. “One: you’re a servant, so all the better for provoking my father. Two: you’re my servant, so you have to do as I say. And three: I don’t trust either of them not to fall in love with me.”

Merlin scoffed. “I’m glad you at least know I wouldn’t be so easily charmed. Although I fail to see either of them falling for a man with such an obnoxiously large head.”

Arthur scowled. Merlin considered him, then added. “Well, what if you accidentally fall in love with me?”

Arthur shot him a look that suggested Merlin should be offended. “Not likely.”

Merlin shut the cupboard. To even entertain the idea was ludicrous, and yet Merlin found himself, with a mouth evidently controlled by the lunatic side of his brain, saying, “Do you really think it would make Uther call off the engagement?”

“Of course it will,” Arthur said, as if the answer were obvious. “My father might be able to ignore reason, but he can’t ignore his only son snogging his manservant for all to see.”

Arthur eyed Merlin, catching the look of resignation that shone like a beacon on a moonless night. “You’ll help me?”

Merlin sighed again. If there were ever a time he needed to learn to say no to this man, it was now.

He nodded.

Merlin licked his lips. “So… how are we going to do this?”

He and Arthur stood in an alcove outside the council chambers. Arthur had suggested doing the deed—so to speak—in the middle of the hallway for maximum visibility, to ensure, beyond any doubt, that they would be caught. Merlin, however, being the brains of the operation, argued that in no realm would Arthur ever realistically want to be caught mid lip-lock by his father, and thus, believability trumped visibility.

So now they stood facing one another in the little alcove, closer than they had ever allowed themselves to stand outside necessity. Merlin felt distinctly hyperaware of Arthur’s every movement: the part of his lips as he breathed, the tiny shuffle that brought their bodies closer again, the bob in his throat as he swallowed.

“The council meeting will be over shortly, so when we hear footsteps coming this way, then we’ll—we’ll—” Arthur’s throat bobbed again. “That’s when we’ll begin.”

“Maybe we should practice first.” The words were out of Merlin’s mouth before he could rethink them or bite them back.

Arthur looked at him.

“Well, it’s got to look natural, doesn’t it?” Merlin said quickly. “I can’t have you fumbling around like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Me?! I’ll have you know, I am an excellent kisser.”

“Mm. Based on whose feedback? Your pillow’s?”

Arthur scoffed, shaking his head. “If you need to practice, Merlin, we can practice. But let’s not pretend it’s me who needs the work.”

“Yeah, okay. Just don’t bite me.”

And then Arthur’s mouth was on his, warm and insistent. Merlin had to admit to himself, chagrined, that Arthur did not need the practice, not that he’d ever be forthcoming with this information. Heat spread from every brush of Arthur’s lips: down, down to flutter in his belly, down to facilitate the growing ache in his breeches, then further still, making his knees weak.

When they parted, Merlin fought to even his breathing. Arthur’s lips were kiss-pink and he looked very deliberately past Merlin’s head.

“That—er—that will work just fine.”

Merlin nodded.

Silence befell them. Arthur’s gaze finally met his, then dropped to his mouth. Seemingly without realising, Arthur’s tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“You think that will—will be believable, then?” Merlin asked.

Arthur’s eyes lingered a moment longer before he answered. “We could always— practice again. Just to be sure.”

Merlin nodded again. “That’s probably smart.”

“Well, not probably. I’d say it’s definitely smart.”

“How does it feel, this moment of intelligence? I know it’s a rarity for you.”

“Shut up, Merlin.”

Merlin was grinning when Arthur leaned in again.

The footsteps came when Merlin was pressed against the wall, one leg hooked around Arthur’s hip, Arthur’s hands under his tunic.

Arthur tore himself away with a gasp. “They’re coming—we should—”

“We already are!” Merlin hissed, and pulled him in again.

Merlin bit back a moan when Arthur licked into his mouth, the footsteps falling closer… closer… closer. It was probably considered unbecoming to moan in front of the king, never mind the fact that he already had his hands in Arthur’s hair and was unreservedly rubbing up against him.

Merlin cracked one eye open, just in time to watch the king walk resolutely past them with blissful ignorance.

“Um,” Merlin said against Arthur’s lips.

Arthur pulled back. “He walked past, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

Arthur leaned in to peck Merlin’s lips again. “We should—probably stop, then.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Some time later, they were interrupted by the pointed clearing of a throat.

Their mouths separated, though Merlin remained pinned against the wall, Arthur’s hands still braced under his thighs, legs wrapped securely around Arthur’s waist. They turned as one to look upon the intruder.

“It might be wise, Merlin,” Gaius said, one eyebrow arching in slow, devastating judgement, “to conduct your trysts in a more private setting in future.”

“Oh—no, we weren’t—I’m just helping Arthur with something,” Merlin said hastily.

The eyebrow rose, if possible, even higher.

“I see. Well, I daresay if you would like to keep your head on your shoulders, the next time you decide to engage in such spectacular foolishness, you will do so somewhere the king is less likely to stroll past.”

With that, he turned away, muttering something about “utter stupidity” and “inappropriate acrobatics”.

Merlin turned to look at Arthur, who wet his lips.

“My chambers?” Arthur suggested.

“Yeah. Alright.”

[nextstopparis]

bbc merlin except camelot had a newspaper and every once in a while there’d be some headline along the lines of “king arthur and his manservant disappearing for long intervals together in the woods Which Could Mean Nothing”

[vocalfolds]

There have been some great fics narrating how child/teenage Buggy might have discovered his Devil Fruit power (I'll refer below). But another version could be how Buggy had discovered it alone, and decided to prank Shanks first and foremost, as revenge:

It was dark already, and almost every cabin room's lights had been turned off in the Oro Jackson. Shanks had just left his post for the afternoon to evening watch on the deck. Luckily, the sea was calm today. Unlike the atmosphere in his and Buggy's room these past two weeks.

It was not his fault that Buggy ate the mythical fruit, but he felt guilty nonetheless. No one knew yet what the fruit did to Buggy, and no one had wanted to ask because the boy had looked shaken after the drowning incident.

For a week now, Shanks thought Buggy had been acting weird, well, more than his usual eccentric self. Buggy now wore a yellow scarf around his neck, no matter where he went.

Shanks even saw him wearing it to the shared bathroom, for a shower. From morning to dawn. Even Rayleigh asked Shanks at one point what the deal with the scarf was, because he failed to get an answer from the wearer. Shanks just shrugged his shoulders. He was in the dark, too.

But today, he felt like he had already given enough time for Buggy to process the series of unfortunate events, and he had had enough. He wanted his best friend back, and he would have it tonight.

He opened his door and found, to his surprise, Buggy standing near the window, eyes fixed on the outside. Shanks saw, too, the way the ocean waves rocked the ship in slow motion.

"Uh... Buggy?" Get your act together, Shanks, be brave.

"What?" was the response from his ride-or-die. The cold tone sent chills down Shanks' whole body.

Shanks saw the scarf still wrapped around Buggy’s neck even when he was no longer wearing his beanie, which meant he was about to sleep.

It’s too mind-boggling. He thought for less than a minute before his frustration got the best of him. He stepped forward and his hand reached out to touch the end of the scarf draping on Buggy's right shoulder.

"What's with you? What is with the scarf?"

Shanks felt Buggy flinch just a little bit. His friend turned to face him, and Shanks sensed dread like never before washing over him. Buggy’s blue eyes looked so distant.

“Do you really want to know Shanks? You want to unwrap the scarf?”

Something’s off. Shanks had not activated his Haki yet, but he could sense something foul was coming. Well, ripping the band-aid off is always the better choice, Captain once said. So Shanks nodded earnestly.

In return, Buggy put his left hand on Shanks', who was still holding the scarf and shoulder. His voice brought their eyes to lock at each other, “But Shanksy, something really bad can happen if you do that. Are you ready for it?”

What in the name of Davy Jones was this? Shanks was positive that Buggy was just pulling some weird jokes on him. Like he had done once with his black pepper tiny ‘cannon ball’—the Buggy Ball prototype, his friend had announced while laughing as Shanks was caught in a series of minutes-long sneezing and blurred, heated vision. 

Whatever, Shanks thought, he could handle stupid pranks if that would mean Buggy’s back to usual. So he quickly used both of his hands to unwrap the scarf, which, to his surprise, came off very easily. But then the impossible happened,

Buggy’s head snapped off his neck and fell to the ground, just as the scarf was falling too.

Shanks did not hear the thud as his own scream spread across the room, the ship and the sea around them.

“Buggy! Bugs! Oh gods of the four seas! Captain!” he kept wailing as he was shaking on his knees, holding his dearest friend’s face on the ground, whose eyes were shut. Wake up, Shanks, this is a dream. This is not happening. Buggy, please, please. 

Shanks could barely register the sounds of people running outside and the Captain calling his name. His hands were shaking, and he could see his tears dropping on Buggy’s cheeks. You cannot die, buddy, please, Bugs. “Please, Buggy, I haven’t said to you that I—”

He found himself screaming again as Buggy’s eyes opened. His mind went blank.

“Gotcha, you flashy fool! Stop crying and screaming! Wimp!” Buggy was laughing maniacally. His head, which had almost dropped by Shanks, floated to reconnect with his neck. His eyes were on Shanks, who had shut up but kept his mouth open, eyes never leaving Buggy.

“Do you like my Devil Fruit power?” Buggy smiled widely. 

Shanks wanted to vomit. He must have shown it on his face as Buggy suddenly became the one who took the turn of holding the other’s shoulders.

“Hey now! Stop it Shanks, I’m fine! Look at me!” Shanks met Buggy’s eyes, which were now as bright as usual and perhaps tinged with a hint of concern. Well, I’m not you jerk, was what Shanks wanted to say, but the door to their room got busted by none other than their Captain and his first mate.

“Shanks! Buggy! Yer alright kiddos!?” Roger said.

Rayleigh added, while scanning the room with his Haki, along with Roger, “What’s with the scream?”

Buggy had looked at Shanks as if screaming for Shanks to shut his mouth. Which he had done a lot of times previously, when they had done some mischiefs for the adults. Shanks obliged, as he felt like his limbs and mind were dissolving into jelly.

“Captain! Rayleigh-san! Shanks here just thought he saw a ghost outside the window, must be the lack of sleep! Right, Shanksy?” 

Shanks looked at Buggy and thought that was not really far from the truth. He tried to reply, but his voice was hoarse now, “Yes, it was a very scary flash of shadow.” He faced the adults who had gathered behind their room in the hall now.

He faked a big yawn and then shakily stood up, bowing down to express his apology. “Sorry, everyone, false alarm. I think I just need to sleep.” Buggy followed his act.

He saw doubts in Rayleigh and his Captain’s eyes, but Captain then said “Aye, if you said so. But run to my room if you think there’s a real danger alright Shanks? Buggy?”

“Aye, Captain!” both kids saluted, out of habit.

Buggy closed the door, and Shanks could hear the adults start moving to their own cabins. Shanks had so many questions, and so many weird sensations in his body. But one thing was clear. Buggy was not that dead. In retrospect, he should have thought it was weird how there was no blood. But whatever, Buggy’s alive, that’s the most important thing.

“Don’t cry anymore. I’m just messing with you, but now I’m not mad at you anymore, dipshit.” Buggy was squeezing Shanks’ cheeks. Shanks nodded.

“Heh! Scared you good huh! You gotta help me tomorrow figure out how best to show others my power! You see, I no longer can swim, which sucks, but I found out I could not be cut anymore and—”

Shanks had placed himself on his side of the bed, Buggy was prancing around, sounding so cheery, but Shanks’ heart was still hammering in the wrong way. Buggy probably sensed that and had stopped talking, choosing to plop down on his side of the bed. Shanks felt the sink of the mattress. He wasn't facing Buggy. I almost said it, should I say it still? But Buggy’s not asking anyway.

“You know what,” Shanks heard Buggy start talking, in a much calmer tone, “I would cry too if you did the same thing. Won’t want you to drop dead like that, ever. So don’t feel ashamed.” Shanks turned on the bed to face Buggy, who was still sitting. Buggy added, “But don’t tell anyone else, and I won’t tell anyone that you cried too!” Shanks could only nod, the third time in less than an hour. That was a record. 

Shanks just stared at Buggy, who continued to talk, apparently about this horror tale he read that had inspired him to do the act, and how he had experimented on himself for a few days. Shanks only had half a mind to listen properly.

He might one day be the death of me, Shanks thought. But is that really a bad thing? He closed his eyes to go to dreamland.

Borrowing the Green Scarf tale, but with shuggy :)

Fic recs, as promised:

“In Pieces” by AngeliaDark - https://archiveofourown.org/works/77950776 

“Keeping Watch” by AvidHouseHusband - https://archiveofourown.org/works/55917085

(on my nth time of reread, i unfortunately can see how traumatising this non-canon event could be in the canon of Roger being executed by beheading - apologies in advance to red and blue)

[awarmbowlofhomemadesoup]

AU where Shanks lost his memories and Benn reached out to Buggy in hopes Buggy could jog Shanks' memory back. Buggy doesn't want to. He doesn't like the idea of facing a familiar face and seeing Shanks react to him the way strangers do about his nose.

He went anyway.

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Shanks has been told a man named Buggy is coming for a visit. Benn, his supposed first mate, said they'd known each other for a long time.

Benn has also warned him about the nose. But when the most colorful guy he had ever seen walked inside the room with a scowl that contrasted his bright colors, the first thing that came out of his mouth as soon as his eyes got dragged to the red of the stragner's nose was:

"Is that real?"

Which pretty much set the clown off, tugging him by the collar of his shirt and yelling at his face to dare mention his nose. And while the clown is mouthing off, Shanks could only stare at the angry green eyes, the tri-corn hat that's niggling something in his mind, and tassels that he was pretty sure were his hair, which was such a pretty sky-ocean color on a clear day.

The man was yelling. He was angry. But Shanks feels the world lightening up inside his chest at this strange man dragging him into equal grounds when everyone around him had talked about him fondly but reverently in hopes he'd remember himself.

Unconsciously then consciously, his hand that had gripped one of the hands tugging his collar rubbed circles with his thumb, making this Buggy pause in his rant.

"We grew up together?" was Shanks' second question, and for some reason, the thought made him happy.

[trungroi2]

A Chèo song (Vietnamese folk opera tradition) inspired this:

“A wild chicken was forced to live among peacocks and phoenix

how bitter and unbearable, full of resentment.

Yet the neighbors know nothing of it;

the sorrow comes from fate and tangled destiny.”

(The actual context is a poor girl married into a noble family but it also reminded me of Buggy so)

In case, Anyone wanna listen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q14-ze8VrKI

[dannymans66]

Katakuri and bewear