Shanks, Hongo, Ben Beckmann, Rayleigh x f!reader [cuts her hair during a fight]
Hello @austrianmusiclover13 ! Here is your request, I added Rayleigh since you asked for him as well. I hope that you will enjoy it, I put a lot of thought into it and wrote it basically in the plane HAHA.
No content warning, just fluff. four scenarios about Shanks - Hongo - Ben - Rayleigh
SHANKS
It was no surprise to the crew anymore that you and Shanks were lovers. You spent nearly all your time together, whether bickering like an old married couple or sparring fiercely during training. Despite the gap in strength, the red-haired captain loved helping you improve, not just for your sake, but because those moments were precious time spent with you. And let’s be honest those training sessions often ended in something a little more intimate.
During practice, Shanks was relaxed and careful, never wanting to hurt you. You, on the other hand, struck with everything you had, landing powerful sword strikes that he effortlessly dodged. You weren’t foolish enough to think you could match his strength yet, but you were determined to at least land a hit. With every session, your strikes grew sharper, leaner, more precise, and Shanks found it harder and harder to hold back while countering you.
And it was during one of those sessions that it happened. His sword strike was so fast it nearly grazed your cheek, but instead, it sliced off a long strand of your hair. Shanks’ smile vanished instantly, replaced by concern. He gently placed a hand on your cheek where the blade had almost touched.
“Y/N! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head and returned a reassuring smile. “No, I’m fine. It’s nothing.”
He let out a relieved sigh and stepped back. “I’m glad you’re alright, doll. Let’s call it a day.”
“Yeah, sure,” you said, eyes dropping to the floor, fixating on the few inches of lost hair. “Looks like you gave me a killer new haircut.”
You laughed, and he chuckled with you, raising his hands in mock surrender.
“My bad.”
“Gotta fix your mistakes,” you said, gripping a fistful of your hair and slicing it off with your sword like it was nothing.
“Pheww!” he whistled, eyes lingering on you and your fresh haircut. But it wasn’t just the hair, it was the way you did it, without a second thought, that really got to him.
“It’s just hair,” you shrugged, raising an eyebrow at his reaction. Men, always finding something hot about whatever you do. “It’ll grow back.”
He ruffled your hair affectionately, eyes closing as he laughed fully. “Yeah! Then you can cut it again with your sword.”
HONGO
Hongo muttered, fingers deftly winding the bandage around your arm.
"Try not to be so reckless next time. I’m always the one left to patch you up after every fight. Are you really in such a hurry to die?"
“Don’t be so dramatic! It’s just a few scratches,” you said with a shrug. Hongo paused, the bandage tugging slightly in his hands before he lets out a sigh. “You almost lost your arm, (Y/N).”
You gave him a crooked smile, trying to lift the weight in the air. “Then I’ll match the captain. We’ll make it a trend.”
In truth, you knew Hongo spoke out of concern—it was endearing, really. You loved the quiet reassurance that someone cared this deeply for you. His eyes lingered on your face a moment too long, his fingers stilled mid-wrap, and his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it.
“What? Did you see a ghost or something?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you glanced around, trying to figure out the reason behind his sudden paleness.
Hongo lifted a hand, pointing toward your face. “Your hair,” he said, voice oddly serious.
You blinked, even more confused. “What about my hair?” you tilted your head, the invisible question mark practically glowing above you.“It’s… it’s chopped,” Hongo said, eyes still fixed on you. “Did you get it stuck during the fight?”
You let out a relieved sigh, placing a hand over your chest. “Jeez, I thought it was something serious. My hair got caught—so, yeah, I lost a few strands.” Your tone was light, unfazed. You plucked the medical scissors from his hand without a second thought and casually snipped away another uneven lock. “See? No big deal. I’ve gotta even it out anyway.”
Your impulsive snip left Hongo momentarily speechless. Weren’t girls usually obsessed with their hair? But you—so unconcerned, so bold—it threw him off. There was something dangerously sensual about your recklessness. Damn, he thought, that was hot.
“Eh? What are you staring at?” you asked, catching him mid-thought.
“It’s—totally uneven!” he blurted, snapping back to himself. Now wasn’t the time to be drifting off like that.
“Really?.. Gee, must look awful then,” you said with a half-laugh, clearly unfazed.
Hongo studied your face for a beat longer before a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. “Give me the scissors. I’ll trim it for you.”
Your cheeks warmed the moment his fingers brushed against yours as he took the scissors from your hand. “You’d do that for me?” you asked, voice softer now, touched by the unexpected tenderness.
“Sure,” he replied with a small laugh. “I can’t possibly do a worse job than what you’ve already done.”
BEN BECKMANN
Ben had always kept an eye on you during battles, even from afar. No matter how chaotic things got, you were never far from his peripheral vision. He told himself it was just concern, just the natural instinct to watch out for a comrade. But deep down, he knew it was more than that.
He wanted desperately to believe his protectiveness was purely tactical, that he didn’t see you any differently. But he couldn’t help it. Not after seeing you at your most vulnerable. Not after knowing the weight you carried behind your armour. No matter how capable you were, part of him still looked at you like someone fragile.
No matter how much time had passed, you lingered in Ben’s mind as the lost girl he’d once pulled from the ashes of a burning island—the girl who had clung to him, shaking, as she watched her world vanish under the roar of a Buster Call. The girl who had cried into his chest while everything she’d ever known was turned to smoke and silence. Despite knowing how dangerous attachment was, he kept growing more attached to you. He tried to remind himself that you were no longer that helpless girl, that he knew you were now a different woman, way stronger, a woman that can fight and save those who are dear to her.
“Earth to Ben! Hello! What are you thinking about?” You plopped down on a barrel across from him, handing him a beer chop before taking a sip from your own.
“Nothing much,” he replied, taking the glass with a small smile. “You should work on perfecting your form when you’re in a one-on-one battle, and—”
His eyebrow twitched as his gaze caught something unexpected.
“What are you staring at like that? Do I have a booger or something?”
“Your hair. It looks rough,”
“Ah—” you sighed, setting your glass down a little too loudly on the wooden table. “The enemy’s sword almost got me! But I dodged just in time, and it just cut my hair instead!” You smiled, almost proud of your quick reflexes.
“I figured as much,” he replied flatly, though the worry didn’t leave his voice entirely. What if it hadn’t been your hair? What if you’d been just a moment slower?
“It doesn’t matter anyways!” you took out your Swiss knife from your pocket and slicing through your hair in one swift motion. “It won’t bother me anymore.”
Benn looked in shock at the strands of hair falling on the table, then, his eyes switched to yours with a puzzled look.
“Hm?” the flicker in his eyes showed his incomprehension towards your action.
“Long hair isn’t convenient,” you said firmly, before chugging the rest of your beer. “Besides, they say hair holds memories.”
Your bittersweet expression said more than words ever could. Benn saw through it—you were trying to move on, to let go of the past. Rising from your seat, you offered him your back, not wanting him to witness the tears glistening at the corners of your eyes as the weight of those memories unraveled.
“You’ll make new memories as long as you live,” Benn said softly, but there was an unspoken meaning beneath his words, something like let’s make new memories together.
SILVERS RAYLEIGH
Rayleigh sipped his sake, eyes locked on you as your hair flowed through the air, framing every precise and powerful punch you delivered to the massive monster before you. It had become a routine, every Tuesday and Thursday, you trained in the forest, taking on beasts at least thirty times your size under his fascinated eyes.
You had begged him for weeks before he finally gave in…youngsters nowadays are stubborn as hell! He still remembered the exact words you said that made him agree to train you: “I want to become stronger! I want to be like Straw Hat Luffy!”
Rayleigh couldn’t help but laugh at your determination. In a way, he felt proud—his disciple had grown into someone truly strong and inspiring. He knew the pursuit of glory was fraught with hardship.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your scream, his reflexes activated, ready to take action.
“Ah! that was a close call…” You said as you fell back on your feet, propulsed back by the strength of the monster you were fighting. “Need some help?” Rayleigh called out from a distance.
“Nah, I’m good,” you replied, landing your signature hit on the monster.
“That was great!” Rayleigh said, approaching with a smile and clapping his hands in approval. “Your armament haki is getting stronger. You’re really getting there, kiddo.”
“I’m not a kid!” you protested, crossing your arms defiantly.
Rayleigh chuckled and ruffled your hair affectionately—but then paused, noticing that one side was roughly cut.
“Don’t let the monster eat your hair next time, though…” he said lightly, hoping you wouldn’t be too upset about losing a few inches. You ran your hand through your hair, noticing how uneven it was. You frowned, then pulled out your knife and chopped it even shorter. Rayleigh watched in surprise. Damn, she’s got some nerve, he thought.
“Well, it’s going to get in my way, so I might as well cut it now,” you said, tossing the clumps of hair to the ground.
Rayleigh raised an eyebrow. “You’re a tough girl, I’ll give you that. Not many would just take scissors to their hair like that.”
You shrugged. “It’s just hair. It’ll grow back. Besides, I don’t need it slowing me down.”
He nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. “You know, I’ve always preferred short hair on girls anyway.”
You blinked, surprised by the sudden compliment.
“I’m heading back to the city. You coming?”
Your cheeks flushed red at his teasing remark—what a flirtatious old man! You quickened your pace to catch up, yelling : “Hey! Wait for me, you damn old man!”
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