seven: heartbroken
summary: Ozland is gone and destroyed. Heartbroken, Glinda now has to learn how to survive in a ship full of noisy and filthy pirates. But, she also has a task, protect and use what is left from her home: the grimoire.
pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader
words: 1445
music: no one mourns the wicked - wicked soundtrack
The Red Force sailed slowly through the cold waters of the North Blue, cutting through the sea with a deep, constant creak. There were no laughs, no songs —only the sound of the wind striking the sails… and a heavy, almost unbearable silence.
At the bow of the ship, Glinda sat motionless on the wooden floor. She stared at the horizon without blinking, clutching the grimorie tightly to her chest, as if it were the only thing keeping her heart from shattering into pieces. Her arm, still wounded and stained with both dried and fresh blood, was a painful reminder of everything that had happened. Her wedding dress was torn to pieces, and her smeared makeup left dark streaks across a face that had cried until no tears remained.
At that moment, she felt nothing at all.
Just emptiness.
The crew watched her from a distance.
No one dared to speak to her.
Truth was… no one knew how.
Since she had sat there, she hadn’t spoken a single word.
Not even Shanks knew what to say.
Hongo, the Red Force’s doctor, approached Shanks with a concerned expression.
“Captain…” he said quietly, “the girl’s wound is still bleeding. If we don’t treat it soon, it could get worse.”
Shanks exhaled slowly, bringing a hand to his face. His eyes drifted toward the fragile figure of the fallen princess.
This wasn’t a battle.
This wasn’t an enemy.
And yet… he had never felt so lost.
Finally, he walked over and sat beside her. The wood creaked softly beneath his weight. Glinda didn’t react. She didn’t even turn her head.
“Princess…” Shanks said, his voice low but gentle, “you need to let us help you. That wound—”
Suddenly, Glinda turned her head sharply, startling him.
Her eyes burned.
“SHUT UP!” she shouted, standing up clumsily.
Shanks froze.
She wasn’t just angry.
She was furious.
“You shouldn’t have taken me away from Ozland!” she continued, pointing at him with a trembling finger. “I should have died there! With my kingdom! With my parents!”
The crew watched in silence, understanding her pain.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Glinda screamed, squeezing her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face. “My wedding was a disaster! My life was destroyed! If you hadn’t appeared… if you hadn’t come…!”
Her words came out in a rush, tangled in anger and despair.
“I HATE YOU!” she cried, covering her face as her sobs broke free.
The grimorie slipped from her arms and hit the floor with a dull thud.
Shanks, the target of her rage, tried to step closer.
“Glinda…” he whispered.
“Don’t come near me!”
She took a step back—
And suddenly, her legs gave out.
Her exhausted body, overwhelmed by stress and everything she had endured, wavered.
“Hey—!”
Shanks reacted instantly, catching her before she hit the ground.
She had lost consciousness.
“HONGO!” Shanks shouted, alarmed. “Quick!”
The doctor rushed over and examined her.
“She’s lost too much blood,” he said seriously. “And she’s burning with fever. The stress… everything she went through… her body couldn’t take it anymore.”
Without a word, Shanks lifted her carefully and carried her to the ship’s infirmary. He laid her down on a small bed as Hongo began cleaning her wound and bandaging it properly.
“She needs rest,” the doctor said firmly. “A lot of it. Don’t wake her.”
Shanks nodded silently.
He remained there for a few moments, watching her sleeping face. Despite the dirt, her messy hair, and the blood, he couldn’t help but wonder how she could still be so beautiful.
Without thinking, he gently brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes.
“Talking to her…” he murmured, “is going to be harder than I thought.”
The captain looked at his medic, worried.
“Take care of her”
Shanks left the infirmary and rejoined his crew on deck.
“How is she?” Lucky Roux asked.
“Bad,” Shanks replied. “But she’ll live.”
Yasopp crossed his arms. “With all due respect, boss… her attitude wasn’t great.”
Ben Beckman took a drag from his cigarette and spoke calmly. “She lost her home, her family, and her future in a single day. Give her time. No one walks away from that intact.”
Shanks nodded.
“I promised her parents I would protect her,” he said. “From today on… Glinda is part of this crew, and you will respect her as one of us.”
“Yes, boss”.
He watched as Lucky Roux picked up the grimmoire from the floor and handed it to him.
“Boss.”
Shanks took it, studying it carefully. It felt strange in his hands, as if the book were breathing.
“I’ll keep it safe for her.”
He walked toward his cabin.
The interior was simple but sturdy: a wooden table worn by time, maps hanging on the walls, a plain bed, and several empty bottles in a corner. It was a place for rest… and for decisions.
Shanks placed the grimmoire aside and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees.
He thought about what he would say to her when she woke up.
How do you speak to someone who no longer believes in anything?
The pirate sighed.
These days will be difficult.
Outside, the sea kept moving forward.
And with it…
The fate of a princess without a kingdom.
The ruins of Ozland no longer resembled a kingdom.
What once shimmered with color, laughter, and illusion now lay broken beneath layers of ash and smoke. Twisted towers leaned like dying giants, and the wind carried the faint crackle of lingering flames. The sea, once calm and welcoming, now crashed violently against shattered docks.
Silence ruled.
Until—
A low, pained breath broke through the stillness.
“…Tch…”
Beneath a massive slab of stone, something shifted.
A hand—bloodied, trembling—pushed against the rubble.
Veins pulsed dark beneath the skin.
The stone cracked.
With a violent surge, vines exploded outward, forcing the debris apart.
“GHH—!”
Fiyero dragged himself free from the wreckage, collapsing onto the scorched ground.
His body was covered in blood.
One of his legs was badly wounded, barely supporting his weight. His clothes were torn, his once-perfect appearance reduced to something feral.
But his eyes—
They burned.
Alive.
Furious.
“Hah …You think… this is enough to kill me…?”
He coughed, spitting blood onto the ground.
For a moment, he stayed there on his knees, breathing heavily, listening to the dead silence of Ozland.
Then… he started to laugh.
Low at first.
Then louder.
Unstable.
“Ahh… ahahaha…!”
His fingers dug into the dirt.
“Everything… gone…”
His gaze lifted slowly to the destroyed kingdom.
“Good.”
There was no sorrow in his voice.
Only twisted satisfaction.
“…Now there’s nothing left to hold her back.”
He forced himself to stand, using a wall for support. His injured leg shook, but thick vines slowly coiled around it, tightening like a brace.
His Devil Fruit power.
Keeping him moving.
Keeping him alive.
Fiyero reached into his coat with a shaky hand and pulled out a small, cracked Den Den Mushi.
For a moment, it remained silent.
Then—
“...Captain?” a voice crackled weakly from the other side.
Fiyero smirked.
“Still breathing,” he said.
There was a pause.
“…We thought you were dead.”
“Not yet.”
His eyes darkened.
“But next time… I won’t be so careless.”
He looked down at his wounded body, then at the ruins again.
“…The girl escaped.”
Silence.
“…And the grimmoire?” the voice asked.
Fiyero’s grip tightened.
His smile twisted.
“With her.”
The Den Den Mushi went quiet for a second.
“…Then the plan—”
“Is still alive.”
His voice cut through sharply.
“Nothing changes.”
He began walking forward, step by step, leaving bloody footprints behind him.
“The book responded to her.”
His eyes gleamed with obsession.
“…Which means she’s the key.”
A gust of wind blew through the ruins, lifting ash into the air.
Fiyero stopped for a moment, staring toward the horizon… toward the sea.
As if he could already see the ship that carried her away.
“…Glinda.”
Her name left his lips like something poisonous.
“Run as far as you want.”
Vines slowly crawled up his arm, coiling around his fingers like serpents.
“I’ll find you.”
His smile widened.
“And when I do…”
His grip tightened until the vines snapped against the air.
“I’ll take everything from you again.”
The Den Den Mushi crackled.
“…Orders, captain?”
Fiyero turned, his silhouette framed by the burning remains of Ozland.
“Gather everyone.”
His voice dropped into something cold.
Something dangerous.
“We’re going hunting. But first, we will kill that pirate.”
A monster had survived.
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