#hongo

[manofbeskar]

shanks, are you listening?

[huyandere]

the birth of a diva

[nagorii]

Red Force Headcanon Layout

Hi!! Wanted to share my first wip of the Red Force's headcanon layout I've been working on lately because i'm loving how it's turning out!!

I intend to make it as realistic as possible, because I want to use it as a guide for future fics, mostly involving Beckman. My take on his role is that as the first mate he almost runs the ship himself, specially the crew's logistics (e.g. watch rotations, discipline) and cargo's and supplies management (tho I think Lucky could take care of the food supplies management).

Since it's looking this good already, I wanted to share it in case it could aid any of you in your writing process. We have an idea of the Sunny's layout but the Red Force's remains ✨ a mystery ✨, and giving it is a much bigger ship (and more realistic in itself) i've always wondered about its logistics.

Some other comments on it:

About the rookies' area. The Red Force is a huge ship and I simply cannot imagine the senior officers et al. handling the situation on deck all the time by themselves. I'm saying basic course adjustments, the watches, etc. A ship of those dimensions in real life may need a crew of 50 only to handle the navigation and all the chores required to maintain the ship. Given this is One Piece, I'd propose 25 deckhands, which could be called rookies, since I think they wouldn't be that apart from the core crew. I mean, if we were historically accurate maybe they wouldn't even mingle, but knowing Shanks' character I highly doubt he'd promote such a rigid division in the crew. Also, some of those deckhands or rookies could actually learn directly from the higher ranks, as apprentices, so the rookie term would be even more adequate. This could also explain Rockstar's place in the crew. I see the deckhands as people than can fight too if there's need to do so, even if it's not at the officer's level.

About the umbrella situation in the middle of the main deck... That's looking like the party deck. I can see it. I bet they have karaoke nights there when there's nice weather. And lots of alcohol, of course. I think they could also use it for big, relaxed meetings. Barbecues. I just know it in my heart.

And lastly, the fore beak situation. It's just ornamental, since there are no elements to be adjusted from there, so it's simply a secluded zone. That's why I propose it to be the official cruising spot. Half-joking. Or not.

That's it for now, I hope you like it! I'm absolutely coming back to add more thoughts on this later, but here it is ♥️

[sh4nksslvt]

You Punched a Yonko?

In which the reader, quietly trying to study Poneglyphs in peace, accidentally punches a Yonko and ends up entangled with the flirtatious chaos.

PART 2 OF READER WHO CAN READ PONEGLYPH

red hair pirates x fem!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

main characters: shanks, benn, limejuice, hongo

tags: fluff, sfw, harem, soft

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc

words count: 1.4k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

You really weren’t trying to punch a Yonko.

In fact, your goal for the day was to peacefully study a centuries-old Poneglyph hidden beneath a sleepy island temple. Instead, you were now standing in front of a red-haired man grinning at you with blood trickling from his nose, surrounded by his crew, who all looked one second away from drawing their weapons.

“…Okay,” you breathed. “In my defense, you startled me.”

“You punched him in the face,” a blond man in sunglasses said, his voice straddling awe and amusement.

“Yeah, but like—accidentally.”

Shanks wiped his nose with the back of his hand, still smiling like you’d just offered him a drink. “DAHAHAHA strong punch though! You train often?”

“I didn’t know you were behind me! I thought you were a thief trying to steal the stone!” you pointed at the half-buried Poneglyph glowing faintly behind you. “You snuck up on me!”

Benn Beckman gave an exaggerated sigh from where he was puffing on his cigar. “He always does that.”

“You should wear a bell,” Hongo added dryly, as he examined your clenched fists. “You nearly broke his nose.”

“I think I’m in love,” Shanks muttered, still grinning at you like an idiot.

You blinked.

“…What?” You deadpan at him.

Lime Juice snorted. “I told you not to lean in so close when people are muttering to themselves. She was clearly in the zone.”

“I was reading an ancient, world-changing text,” you snapped, still frazzled. “I didn’t expect someone to breathe down my neck!”

“To be fair,” Benn chimed in smoothly, “not many people can actually read those things.”

That made you hesitate. Your breath caught in your chest. Most people only guessed at what the stones meant. And those who could decipher them—like the Ohara scholars—were erased for it.

The crew noticed your shift.

Shanks tilted his head. “Hey… you alright?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re being very casual about all this.”

“Well, you punched me.” He rubbed his jaw. “That kinda earns you a place at the table.”

“What table?”

“Our lunch table,” Lime Juice said, gesturing broadly to a blanket on the grass behind the trees. “We were picnicking. Captain wandered off to chase ‘Poneglyph energy.’”

“You tracked me?”

Shanks shrugged. “You glow like a beacon when you read those stones.”

Your jaw dropped. “That’s not—?! That’s not normal!”

“Nope,” Hongo agreed. “Very intriguing.”

“And very pretty,” Shanks added.

You turned on your heel. “I’m leaving.”

“No wait!” Shanks called after you. “Join us for lunch! I promise not to get punched again!”

You paused, hesitating. The idea of eating with the Red-Hair Pirates seemed… suicidal. You’d spent years hiding your ability, keeping a low profile, ducking Marines and bounty hunters alike.

But they didn’t look like they were planning to turn you in.

And the smell of roasted fish was really good.

“…I’m watching all of you,” you muttered, stomping over.

“Great!” Shanks beamed. “You can sit next to me! DAHAHAHA”

“Absolutely not.”

Lunch with the Red-Hair Pirates was insane.

You had to admit: they were nothing like you’d expected.

Shanks, despite being a Yonko, acted more like a chaotic older brother than a fearsome warlord. He kept nudging plates toward you like a golden retriever trying to feed its owner, all while regaling you with stories that involved an alarming number of explosions and nudity.

Benn Beckman, calm and poised, sat at your other side. He didn’t say much, but you noticed how his eyes never left you—watchful, calculating, but not in a threatening way. More like… protective.

“You always travel alone?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Easier to hide.”

He hummed. “Doesn’t sound easier to live.”

His words stuck with you longer than you cared to admit.

Lime Juice kept trying to impress you with “tricks,” most of which involved lighting things on fire or juggling knives. When he tried to balance a plate on his head and walk backward up a tree, you genuinely feared for his life.

“I’m very flexible,” he claimed proudly as he slipped and crashed into Shanks’ lap.

“Yeah, flexible like a bag of rocks,” Hongo muttered under his breath, flipping through a medical book beside you. Occasionally, he asked you questions about ancient glyphs and your translation methods, clearly more interested in your brain than your punching skills.

Which, okay, was kind of flattering.

You didn’t know when it happened, but by the end of the meal, you were… laughing.

You were laughing with people you’d met barely an hour ago. People who, by all logic, should’ve either kidnapped you or sold your secret to the highest bidder.

Instead, they argued about who could get you to smile the fastest.

“You like wine?” Benn asked, offering you a rare vintage.

“You like beer?” Shanks grinned, popping open a keg.

“You like really strong mystery juice I made last night?” Lime Juice offered, holding a bubbling bottle that Hongo promptly knocked out of his hands.

“Do you guys always compete like this?” you asked, bewildered.

“Only when it’s worth it,” Shanks winked.

You choked on your drink.

The day slipped by quickly after that.

You showed Hongo how Poneglyphs resonated when you hummed certain tones. He looked at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world and scribbled notes furiously.

You sparred—lightly—with Lime Juice, who was surprisingly nimble when not setting himself on fire.

You chatted with Benn about navigation, philosophy, and—when Shanks wasn’t listening—what kind of wine pairs best with sea-king meat.

And Shanks? Shanks hovered. Endearingly. Annoyingly. Constantly.

“You know, I could protect you,” he offered at one point, lying back on the grass beside you with a grin. “If you joined us. Nobody would ever dare come after you again.”

“Why would I ever trust a Yonko?” you teased, resting your chin on your hand.

Shanks tapped his temple. “Because I’m handsome and charming.”

“Debatable.”

“Because I didn’t press you about your ability.”

You paused.

“…Less debatable.”

He turned his head toward you, more serious this time. “I know what it means. What you can do. I know the world will hunt you for it. And I also know—without a doubt—anyone who tries will have to go through me first.”

You stared at him, heart hammering. “That’s very dramatic.”

“Have you met me?” he grinned.

Before you could reply, Benn’s voice called over, “Captain, stop seducing our guest and help clean up.”

“I am helping,” Shanks called back. “With my charm.”

Benn just groaned and threw a towel at his head.

Night fell.

You sat with Lime Juice and Hongo near the fire while Shanks played a drunken game of darts with a tree (he kept missing) and Benn nursed a glass of something expensive, eyeing his captain like a babysitter on overtime.

Lime Juice offered you his coat when the wind picked up. “You know,” he said, voice quieter now, “you’re kind of amazing.”

You turned. “Me?”

“Yeah. Punching a Yonko. Reading the un-readable. And laughing at my jokes. Triple threat.”

You laughed. “Thanks, I think?”

“Don’t let Shanks hog you too much,” he added. “Some of us want a shot too.”

Hongo hummed behind his book. “I’ll second that.”

You looked between them, blinking. “Wait, what?”

Benn walked over, his cigarette glowing faintly. “They’re not joking.”

Shanks stumbled into the circle, arms wide. “Did I hear flirting?! I object! You’re all banned.”

You stared at the four of them.

“You’re telling me,” you said slowly, “that all of you are flirting with me… at the same time?”

There was a beat.

Then Shanks, Benn, Lime Juice, and Hongo all nodded in sync.

You buried your face in your hands. “This is absurd.”

Shanks grinned. “Absurdly charming.”

“I need a drink,” you muttered.

Benn passed you his glass without a word.

You didn’t leave the next morning.

Or the next.

Or the next after that.

Somewhere between watching Shanks get his foot stuck in a barrel, Lime Juice trying to build you a “romance swing,” Hongo diagnosing him with “chronic dumbassery,” and Benn pulling you aside just to ask how you were holding up, you realized something:

You were happier than you’d been in years.

For the first time, you weren’t hiding.

You weren’t running.

You were laughing. Living. Loved.

And sure, maybe the world still wanted your head.

But you had a Yonko, his second-in-command, a chaotic firecracker, and a broody medic wrapped around your finger.

If the world wanted to come for you?

Let it.

You had your crew now.

[kotaro-yumekuma]

Pirate Doctors in a Modern AU

Marco: ER Doctor

Hongo: Orthopedist

Law: Heart Surgeon

Chopper: Vet (with a PhD in human med)

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Y/N being a nurse and Hongo's assistant

Y/N: im sorry captain but it seems to me that you caught up dog

Shanks: what?! What the hell?!....what's up dog????!

Beckman: pay up *hand out*

Yassop: *sighing handing over the berri*

Hongo:

[divinedepartures]

shanks and the red hair pirates one piece ; episode 1156 and chapter 1

[redsshanks]

Heck im a sucker for how you write the red hair pirates. So i have a new request for you to try out if you want to! Shanks, Beckman and Hongo with a reader who gets hit with a devil fruit attack and pass out and the only way to wake em up is a true loves kiss and when reader wakes up they say something like "theres those beautiful eyes i love."

Thank you so much! The Red Hair pirates mean everything to me and I'm glad you like how I write them. I did change the line a few times but I hope you still like it! I apologize this one took so long!

warnings: nothing

word count: varies from section to section

"TRUE LOVES KISS" TROPE WITH SHANKS, BECKMAN AND HONGO══▸

Pain was the last thing you remembered, a shock through your body, your limbs feeling like led and fire burning through your veins. Then nothing. No pain, no noise, nothing but darkness. Time passed, you could feel the time passing by, but you couldn’t do anything about it. Laying in the darkness, accepting that this was how time would pass.  Until warmth spread over you, your lips feeling it first as the rest of your body started to respond. Fingers twitching, smell and touch coming back. The feeling of something soft under your back, life filling your body once again…

Your eyes fluttered open, there was light, but not as much as you expected. Instead there was a shadow over you, red hair in your eyes and a warm hand on the top of your head. There was only one person who would hold you like this. Slowly your hand moved to the top of his head, fingers gently running through his hair. 

Shanks jerked, his hand moving to hold your face, “You’re awake.” His eyes scanned your face, barely held back tears in his eyes. He kissed you, again, his forehead resting against yours. Had it been him? The pressure against your lips, had he kissed you? His hand ran over your face, tracing your lips and cheekbones. “There are those eyes I love.”

The words spread warmth through your body, they were so simple but hearing it from him. You loved it, the warmth in his eyes. “Hi.” Your voice was rough when you finally managed to speak, trying to clear your throat but you struggled. 

He quickly moved, pouring water from the pitcher that was sitting on the end table behind you. You took in the room, the medical bay, you were surprised that Hongo wasn’t the one here, but as much as you cared for your friend and crew mate, seeing your lover was marginally the better thing to wake up to. 

When he handed you the water you finally got a proper look at him, his eyes looked tired, his beard rough overgrown. He looked ragged. How long had you been asleep? There was no way for you to know unless you asked. But you were still trying to fully wake up, focus on more than just the man in front of you. 

“You shouldn’t talk too much. You should rest now. Right?” He ran his hand through his hair, “Fuck I’m not a doctor I don’t know.” Reaching out you ran your hand over his face, fingers brushing over the bottom of his scar.

He let his head fall against your shoulder, “I’m okay.” You were still quiet but your throat felt better. “You can stay with me when Hongo comes back, right? So you’ll hear everything I do.” Running your fingers through his hair he nodded against your shoulder. “We’ll both be okay.” 

After the pressure on your lips, the first thing you could really sense was the smell of cigarette smoke. Beckman. You knew the smell, it was permeated into everything around him, to some it was an awful smell. But to you it meant love. Strange now that you stayed away from the smell before. 

Opening your eyes you looked at him, he was standing in the middle of the room. Calm on the outside but one look at the ashtray next to your bed, you knew he was a mess inside. The tenseness of his shoulders, the pacing, it was all clear to you that he was stressed. As well as you knew it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for it. 

It was technically because of you. 

“Got one for me?” You tried to joke, the slight laughter turning into a cough as you tried to sit up, your throat was too dry for that but you’d not been paying attention. Too happy to finally be awake. Alive. 

Beckman was at your side instantly, his hand rubbing your back and other putting his cigarette out in the ashtray. “Breath baby.” Usually his pet names were teasing, but this was sincere. His face was still, stoic but you could read him like a book. His eyes said everything. 

Finally your breathing slowed down, the coughing and chest pains starting to fade as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Why you felt the need to apologize you didn’t know, you’d worried him, you’d probably worried all of them. But it wasn’t your fault. It had to have been a devil fruit. Turning your head you looked at him, “Did anyone else get hurt?” 

His eyes closed and he leaned back into you, “Don’t apologize, no one else got hurt we were just worried about you.” Beckman held you close, his arms tightening around you before he let you go. Looking at you, eyes roaming over your face, making sure he was really seeing you, that you were awake. “It’s good to see those eyes.” You smiled, still aching to fall back into him but letting him look over you. “You have no idea how much I love them.”

Your eyes weren’t something he usually talked about, but you understood. If he’d been asleep for… however long, you’d have missed seeing him look at you too. You were unconscious and even now you missed him holding you. 

Reaching out you took his hand, “Please just stay with me for a little while. I just want to be here with you.” He didn’t say anything but he moved closer, letting you lean on him again. Later you’d worry about any health effects, but right now this was everything. 

There was a weight on the side of the bed, a bit of pressure on your side but it was comfortable. After so long of not feeling anything you welcomed it more than you ever had before. Opening your eyes you stared at the ceiling above you. It was so bright compared to the darkness you’d been stuck in. 

You had to do something. Moving was harder than you expected when you moved your hand to whatever was on the bed with you. Fingers barely touching hair before the thing, person, jerked back. Hands quickly grabbing your arm, fingers on your pulse. 

There was no stopping the small laugh, “I’m alive Hongo.” There was no one else who would move so fast to check your pulse, caring about your health rather than hugging you. Not that you could blame him, he was a doctor and you’d been completely unconscious for… you didn’t actually know how long. 

As soon as he was done checking your pulse he moved up to your face, hands gentle on your face as he looked at your eyes. You tried to catch his but they were still scanning yours, making sure everything was okay. Eventually he’d calm down and you’d reach for him and he’d let you. He’d hold you and you’d be able to take comfort in that. 

But with him you had to take comfort in this. He was a doctor and by the look of him, he’d hardly been away from you. If you argued and told him to calm down it wouldn’t work, it was part of why you loved him. His dedication to everyone. 

Eventually his head fell to your shoulder, “I didn’t know what to do.” He muttered, “You just… nothing worked.” His hand held tightly to yours, vulnerable in ways he didn’t show others. Not even his crewmates. Slowly he raised his head, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I’ve never been happier to see your eyes.” 

As hard as you tried to hold them back you couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes, “I’m so sorry.” His hands were on your face, “I shouldn’t have gotten hurt. I should have been more careful.” You hated that you got caught off guard, you’d made everything a mess. You were new to the crew, hell you were only here because of Hongo. 

“Don’t do that.” He shook his head, “None of us saw that coming, not even Shanks.” It wasn’t that easy, just accepting how you’d let them all down. “You didn’t do anything wrong, everyone gets hurt.” 

Not everyone made their doctor boyfriend panic so much. The state of his infirmary was a mess, something he’d never have let happen if he was thinking straight. Hongo looked at you, daring you to contradict him. But anything you said would make you feel worse and insult his abilities. And it was the last thing you wanted.

“Thank you.” Tears started falling, unable to stop the tears. “I don’t want to let you down.” You should have been stronger, but hearing him say that. As hard as it was to move your body you moved to him, wrapping your arms around his chest. Happy even with the crying because again you could feel something.