But now I'm posting for the 100 Follower special :)
I actually expected for maybe 40 people to vote lol not 400, so I decided to write the top 3 votes! :)
Thank y'all for participating!
The other two Follower-Specials:
Shanks x Reader (fluff)
Shanks x Reader x Beckman
And my masterlist!
Rating: Fluff (mild angst)
Summary: Law with a reader whos love language is affectionate touch
Enjoy! :)
You and Law have been in a relationship for over a year now. You love him, and you know he loves you too. The only problem is, that you're a sucker for affectionate touch, and he is not.
He often gently tells you that no, right now is not the time for a hug. Also no PDA infront of the crew or generally outside of your twos chamber.
You respected and accepted this about him. He was sweet and loving, always cared for you and made sure you were perfectly healthy. He always gave you a hand, eventho you tell him you dont need it, he still insists on carrying that box for you or helping you to change a bandage.
You love how he takes care of you, and you enjoy every second with him, even the rougher ones in battle and sometimes even in fights between you two.
But when you two lay in bed and he moves his hand up and down your back, or when he craddles your head and hugs and kisses you, that's when you feel the most content and happiest.
His rough hands that touch you with such sincerity that on emotional days you could cry about how careful he is with you. His lips on yours that are so soft because you force him to use chapsticks so they wont get dry.
When someone asks you about your favourite memories with him, it surely are these ones the most.
You respect his wish for no hand-holding in public. No hugs and cuddles infront of the crew. Of course he makes exeptions when you aren't feeling well or when he gets protective in crowded places, but those occasions are rare.
Still you enjoy them, and at the same time it also takes a small toll on you.
You know it has nothing to do with him being embaressed of you. Or that he doesnt want to be seen as weak. It's just how he is. And you never questioned it. You love every part of him, and if that means respecting his wishes for no touching outside of private rooms, then that's what you do.
Still, sometimes you earn for his touch. For a hug in a bar where the crew stays for a bit. For holding his hand when you feel cold instead of him pulling another pair of gloves over your hands. But you respect his comfort zone and don't want to ask for more when he already gives you so much.
Law doesn't realize how much you love his touch. He never sees you complain or make a face when he tells you to not hug him right now. He's always careful about it, never mean. Always softly speaking so you won't get the wrong idea.
He thought everything is fine and perfect for you, just like how it is for him. And it is fine for you, but not perfect.
You don't even realize yourself how much you long for his touch. And Law only realized it when you were completly drunk on your birthday a month prior.
The crew celebrated your birthday of course. A small party in the Polar Tang with all your friends there. Everyone cheered, and Law even pressed a kiss to your forehead infront of the others before he excused himself to quickly finish his work in his office.
Oh, how your heart fluttered when he had kissed you. You felt so in love. While he was gone for a bit over an hour, you drank a lot. Usually you dont like being drunk, but the crew convinced you to let go on your birthday, so you did.
When Law returned, everyone was having fun. He sat down next to you, and you immediately leaned against him. He tensed a bit before laying a hand on your forehead.
"How much did you drink?" he asked in a bit of a worried tone. He thought you leaned against him for stability.
"Enough," was your only answer as you shifted a bit to the side, laying a hand around his stomach and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.
Law actually blushed a bit, tensing again at your sudden open display of affection. He didn't want to push you away, tho he still asked:
"What's got you so touchy today?"
You didn't even realize that you stepped over his usual comfort zone. The only thing on your drunk mind was that you want him close to you.
"I'm always touchy," you started responding, "you just never let me."
There was no malice or accusation in your tone, but still Law froze. He looked down on your content face, smiling as your eyes were closed. He only ever sees that look when he holds you in some way laying in bed.
"Love to touch you...to feel your body under my hands. You're so warm, have I ever told you that? I love when you touch me. Makes me feel really good," you drunkenly continued.
Law was still tensed up, the corks in his mind spinning due to your words. All the times you tried to get some physical touch from him, and all the times you didn't anymore shot through his mind. The realization slowly downed on him.
You on the other hand felt him all tense and looked up worried. Only then did you realize that you're in an open room with all your crewmates and you quickly pulled back.
"I'm sorry, I forgot there were people-"
you tried to explain, but Laws hand quickly pushed you back into him. One hand was on your back, pressing you closer to him and the other laid on your upper arm, almost in a hug as he whispered:
"I'm sorry I haven't noticed before. I didn't mean to neglect your needs."
He sounded guilty. You quickly looked up and saw that his eyes were clouded with overthinking and not as bright as usually.
"Don't apologize. You don't like it, and I can accept that," you answered, understanding what he means eventho you were drunk.
"You shouldn't," was his only response as he held you tighter against him, and he didn't let go for the entire evening.
After that, he is more openly affectionate with you. Not a drastic change. Just him and you, talking the next day and finding a compromise.
You explained him how much you enjoy his touch but that you didn't feel bothered by his distance either. That he shouldn't feel guilty for it, since his feelings and needs matter just the same as yours.
He still wanted to change the way he acts around you. He kissed your forehead, pulled you close to him as he spoke so softly int your ear:
"I will try. It's just a matter of getting used to it. And if I notice that I really can't get comfortable with it, I'll tell you. Promise."
And that's exactly what you love about him. He knows that you care about his own needs and feelings just as much as he does about you. So him forcing himself to do something that makes him uncomfortable would make you just as sad as he was when he found out that you didn't tell him about your wish of more touching.
So he started doing what he promised you.
Small kisses. Gentle touches on your back or hands when he walked past you. Some hand-holding on new islands. Sometimes hugs infront of his crew. He isn't overly touchy, but enough to always remind you that he cares so much about you that he will change his usual ways to make you even happier.
In the end, he enjoys it. He also loves how you feel on his skin. How your hair is soft between his fingers when he runs his tattooed hands through it. How your skin and lips are soft. He loves that he can memorize you just by feeling your skin, knowing exactly where every bump and scar is. And he would never trade it for anything.
Short stories of when OP men go hard on you out of worry
Characters: Shanks, Trafalgar Law
Shanks
You sat in the captains office and looked at Shanks who was unusally quiet. You had an anxious feeling in your guts. You knew you had fucked up, but you didnt think he would be that mad.
The red hair pirates docked at some uninhabited island, and you were assigned to not leave the ship since Shanks wasnt sure how dangerous the island would be. But when you saw a strange animal falling from a tree and into a river, trying desperately not to drown and reach the shore again but couldnt make it, you left the ship and jumped into the river and helped the animal out of there. The scared animal didnt realice you only wanted to help him, and trashed around in your grip and scratched and bit you.
When Shanks and a part of his crew came back from exploring the island, and he saw that you were standing on deck, soaked from head to toe and trying to clean up your bloody injuries, his usually carefree face fell. He wore an unreadable expression as he told you to come into his cabin when Hongo was done treating your wounds.
Now, half an hour later and bandaged up, you sat in Shanks office and looked at your lap. He still had that unreadable expression on his face and you werent sure in what kind of trouble you were right now. You had breaken the rules before, nothing too bad, but he never acted like that because of you. You thought that he'd understand why you left, everyone knew that you had a soft spot for animals.
You anxiously waited for him to start talking, but he didnt even look at you. After another silent ten minutes, he finally said something.
"What did Hongo say?"
"He said that it is nothing too bad, just some scratches. I need to go check up regulary tho in case of infection and if I feel weird I am supposed to go to him instantly. Hongo checks the books right now if the animal that bit me is poisenous or not."
You gladly would have left out the last part, but you knew you shouldnt do that right now. He would talk with Hongo and find out anyway.
There was another short silence before he spoke again.
"What did I tell you to do? No, what did I order you to do?"
"To stay on the ship" you quietly said.
"And what did you do?"
"I...left the ship."
"You disobeyed my orders. That's what you did. No matter what relationship we two have, I am your captain and you have to follow my orders like everyone else on this ship."
You were quiet for some time. You didnt mean to disappoint him, but you didnt think about his orders when you saw that helpless animal fighting for its life.
"I'm sorry. I only wanted to help the-"
"I dont care what you wanted to do. You had clear orders. Orders, which were meant to protect you. Protect you from exactly those animals that hurt you. We have no idea if they are venomous, or aggresive, or a religious species for any natives that live here."
You stayed silent. The uneasy feeling in your stomach growing by the second. Sadness and fear joined that feeling too. You thought he'd understand you, but in the end you just disrespected him infront of his crew with ignoring his orders.
"I'm sorry for messing up" was all you could get out in that moment, and you heard Shanks sigh. He stood up from behind his desk and walked over to you.
"What am I supposed to do with you? Even when i try to protect you you still seem to find a way to end up in Hongos medical office. Why cant you just listen to me?"
His tone was softer than before, and you finally dared to look up at him. He had a worried expression on his face.
"I- I didnt think in that moment" you admitted as he bend his tall frame down to you, looking at your bandaged hand where that animal bit you.
"You have no idea how it felt to see you all bloody on deck. How it feels to know that you could die if that animal was highly venomous" he said, gently touching your arm.
You avoided his eyes and looked at the stump of his left arm.
"Yes I do know how that feels. I didnt want to make you experience this too. I'm sorry."
He sighed again, moving his hand under your chin and forced you gently to look him in the face.
"Never do that again. I love you too much for that."
Trafalgar D Water Law
You didn't look at him as he walked past you. You both ignored each other since the argument you had. You felt frustrated and angry at him, but mostly because he was right.
There was an emergency at the submarine, something about the boiler malfunctioning in the middle of the night. You were the closest to it so you tried to fix it, but you werent an engineer - you weren't sure what to do so you just improvised and tried your best until the persons who knew what to do came. Before that happened, hot water splashed onto your arm leaving a nasty burn on it.
Law had bandaged you up, but you noticed something wasn't right with him so you asked him. Which resulted in a heated argument between you two which ended with him snapping at you.
"If you have no idea of something then why do you even try? You're no help here, we just have more work now because of you."
Your eyes got teary when you thought back to his words, but it hurts even more knowing he was right. He had more work because he had to bandage you up, while your crewmembers probably had to fix the boiler more because you damaged it even more with your improvised actions.
You self doubted your worth on this crew now. Sure, you knew how to fight, but that was it. You could bandage up small injuries and cook, but in the end everyone knew how to do that. You had no specialty like the others.
With frustration bubbling up inside you that your captain and lover thought of you as an useless inconvinience, you started working even more. You didn't take a break, you just cleaned the Polar Tank or trained. The burn on your arm hurt most of the time, but you didn't care. You wanted to prove yourself that you weren't just on this crew because you and the Captain were dating.
You asked Shachi if he could explain to you how the boiler and stuff worked. He was perplexed as why you wanted to know that, but you convinced him with saying that next time an emergency happend you could actually help. He agreed, tho he knew that Law wouldn't be so happy about you working when you're already injured.
He explained stuff to you in the engine room and of course, no other than Trafalgar D. Water Law walked in on you two while you were trying to name some parts of the enginge. He looked displeased and coldly said your name and then just walked off.
You didn't want to follow him, but knew that he would be even more pissed if you ignored him. He led you two to the infirmary and told you to sit on the exam table. He then grabbed your hand and unwrapped your bandanges.
"What do you think you're doing, y/n-ya?" he spoke calmly, but you immediately noticed that he was holding back.
"Learning new stuff so next time i can actually help" you answered in a snippy tone.
"You won't do anything next time. I don't allow you to" he said while turning around.
You started to argue back that you just tried to be a help when he interupted you mid-sentence.
"How do you want to be of help when you cant even look after your own wound!"
"You were the one who told me I wasnt capable of anything, and now it's wrong when i try to become usefull!" you almost yelled back, tears of frustration and hurt in your voice.
"I never said you weren't capable of anything, I simply stated that-"
"You said I am no help, that I have no idea what I'm doing and that you all have more work because of me!"
A tear rolled down your face and you started shaking slightly as Law looked at you with widend eyes. He grabbed his hat and pulled it over his eyes as he looked down.
"That wasn't what I meant. I just...you got hurt on my submarine while I was present. I- you shouldn't have gotten hurt when I'm there to protect you."
You looked at him with wide eyes, the tears now streaming down your face.
"You are more than capable of sorting stuff out on your own, you are a big help to everyone on this crew. I didn't mean to insult you or tell you you aren't worthy to be here. It's just...this could have ended up bad. And now I see you working in there again. I can't have you getting injured when I'm just a few feet away" he added as he walked towards you and grabbed your face so you'd look him in the eye.
"I want you to be safe, y/n-ya. And i failed to do that. You and this crew, you're everything I have. I'm a doctor but I can't heal everything. I'm sorry for insulting you, my heart."
Your eyes softend at the last nickname he called you. It wasn't often that he used it, which made it even more special when he did. He is a big softy and constantly worried about you. You laid your head to his chest and murmured an apology, while he leaned down and kissed your hair.
A/N: SO, this is the third piece of the 100 Follower special!
Thanks again for so many participants! :)
Due to that, I decided to not just write the winner of the poll, but the top 3!
The other pieces are:
Trafalgar D Water Law x reader
Shanks x reader (Fluff)
Check out my masterlist for more!
Rating: Fluff
Dating Shanks is an andventure on it's on. But dating Shanks and Benn? You're in for a ride.
Shanks is the sun while Benn is the moon. Needless to say, the one thing doesn't exist without the other. And especially you found yourself to be needing both.
Benn and Shanks are a good duo. They get along, and while Shanks sometimes becomes childish and unseriously, Benn keeps grounding him. At the same time, when Benn is too stern about something, Shanks helps him relax.
And in between that balanced mix you somehow found your home. It wasn't planned nor did you ever expect it. It just happened. But none of you three would change it for anything in this world.
While you and Shanks dance wildly around, laughing and hollering to some fast music that leads you two to more jumping around than dancing, Benn sways you ever so gently in a calmer atmosphere, holding you close and steady.
Shanks shows you the different islands and tells you exciting stories or plays pranks on you. Benn reads with you, lets you nap on his chest in the middle of deck while he reads the newspaper or he explains you how to use a rifle, just in case.
Not that they would ever let it come to the situation where you'd actually need to defend yourself, but you never know.
These two present a living compromise. When you're feeling excited over something or have too much energy, you go to Shanks. When you need calmness or just a steady presence, you go to Benn.
Of course both of them do provide what the other does too, but most times it's like this.
The best moments tho are when you all three are together.
When you all have game nights or the crew is partying again, you either sit on Shanks or Benns lap.
When you visit islands and both Shanks and Benn can leave the ship, you're walking in the middle of them, preferably holding both of their hands.
At night, all three of you cuddle. When one isn't there the other two can't seem to rest well. It always feels like something is missing.
Also, both of them equally annoy you with their antics.
"That's not for you, young lady", Shanks speaks as he pulls the bottle of rum out of my hands.
"Why not? I'm an adult!" I protest and he chuckles.
"Because alcohol is bad for you. And you don't need the whole bottle. I might leave a sip in it for you when I finished drinking it."
You groan loudly. You reach for a cigarette, somehow you've gotten used to the smell and all since you breath it in regulary due to Benns smoking habbit. But before your fingers can even reach the package, a strong hand softly holds your arm.
"And what do you think you're doing now?" A gruff voice, Benns voice, sounds from beside you.
"Taking on your both bad habbits", i exclaim but both men just laugh, and Benn pulls me against his side.
"Sweetheart, we'd rather die than let you become a drunk smoker. It's enough that we two make mistakes", Benn speaks.
You softly sigh, knowing they don't mean unwell and at the same time you're annoyed at their protectiveness.
"Don't pout now", Shanks speaks with a smile, nuzzling his nose into your hair and kissing it.
"How about this, you're being good for us and as a reward we make you feel good later, hm?"
"Shanks!" I draw away a bit, flustered but also smiling, shaking my head. Benn just huffs a laugh.
It's usually like this. All three of you together, soft banter but mostly closure.
Benn and Shanks have had a thing with each other before they met you, and at first you were scared they'd cast you out again, that you were just some fun for them. A temporary change in their relationship.
But then you got sick about half a year into this relationship. Not just a small cold-sick, but full on high fever, aching joints, barely conscious and shivering-sick.
Shanks was scared back then, really scared. Both men didn't leave your bedside, leaving the ship to the other commanders. They did everything Hongo told them to do, changing the cold cloth on your forehead every half an hour, making sure you get some soup into your stomach, helping you with taking warm baths and everything.
Shanks almost cried when he saw how you were barely conscious, blabbering nonsense because you didn't know where you were and what was going on.
Benn tried to stay calm, to anchor Shanks and you at the same time, but he also was desperate for you to get better. Shanks knew it wasn't fair to Benn that he had to be strong the whole time, but Benn reassured him it was okay, and that it helped him that Shanks was at his side too.
It took three weeks until you were allowed to leave the bed again. Even Benn let himself crack back then and cuddle Shanks and you tightly, telling you he thought he'll lose you. And since then Shanks and Benn are even more overprotective.
It was that time when you noticed how important you were to them, and how serious they were about you. And you never doubted them again.
It's been years now that you three found each other. Of course sometimes there is fighting, but overall you three are an amazing team.
And with the Red Force sailing over the sea, exploring and visiting new and old islands, you found your home between a man, as bright as the sun, and a man, as serious and calm as the moon.
A/N: This is the second piece to my 100 Follower celebration!
Thanks again for so many votes! :)
Due to that, I decided to not just write the first place, but also the second and third most voted.
The other voted pieces:
Trafalgar D Water Law x reader
Shanks x reader x Beckman
Check out my masterlist for more!
Hope you enjoy! I decided to do some thoughts about the aftermath of him losing his arm.
Rating: Fluff
Shanks might be an emperor of the sea, feared by thousands of people and respected by the rest.
You two have been together for over a decade, even before he lost his arm. You were scared back then when he returned with Luffy and a missing limb on his torso.
You almost cried out of worry eventho he reassured you it was fine. And in that moment, it was.
Only later with time did he realize what a change it would be. It started with the balance. It took a greater strain out of him to balance his upper body right, now that one side was signigicantly heavier than the other. He had to train his sword skills again too.
He didn't mind it, tho you could see it took a hassle out of him sometimes.
The other moments were, when he tried to pull on his shirt. He mananged to fiddle with the buttons for so long until at least the last ones were buttoned up, the rest staid open, exposing his chest.
Drinking, eating, changing his clothes, showering - it all got more complicated than before. He had to get used to it, but he was okay with it.
What started to irritate him tho, was that he couldn't hold you as easy anymore.
He loved carrying you around and of course he can still lift you with one arm, but now he has to kick every door open and close and scoot chairs around with his legs. He can't hold you close and caress your cheek at the same time anymore. Can't run his fingers through your hair and run lazy circles over your stomach anymore. It's only ever one of these things.
You told him several times that you don't mind. And he knows it's true. But those are the moments where he really wished for a different outcome. He never regretted losing his arm to save Luffy. He only regrets that he can't hold you as much anymore.
There are different moments too, not just sad and frustrating ones. He enjoys that you have to tie a knot in the sleeve of his missing arm. And he lets you button up his shirt too. Sometimes he shamelessly uses his missing limb to have you tend to him even more.
Not that you minded. It made you feel more useful by his side. Which led to the moment right now, where you help him with playing cards with is friends.
"Cut my steak for me, won't you sweetheart?"
"Can you cut my hair?"
"Lend me a hand with opening up this booze for me, please?"
You sit in his lap. His one hand holds cards infront of you both, but he needs your help to draw them.
"Take the right one," he speaks a bit nervous since he told you several times already and you keep ignoring him, looking at his cards.
You grumble thoughtfully in responds, and Shanks gets more desperate.
"Please, sweety, play the right one. My good pants are in the pod."
Yasopp snorts. It's only him, Benn and Shanks in on the round anymore.
"They're only in there so we can throw them away after we won them. They're hideaous."
The other crewmembers snicker at Yasopps words. Meanwhile, I draw a card from the middle and lay it down. Shanks groans.
"You're in on this, aren't you? You want me to lose my precious pants?" he asks you with fake annoyance, but you just smile at him.
"Just trust me, love", you tell him. He pouts a bit, making you smile more. He can be so childish. But the moment Benn lays his cards down on the table and Yasopp groans, his eyes light up.
He stares at the table, seeing that he, or more like you, had won. He cheers, throwing his cards on the table. He stands up and holds you close, twirling you around.
"You're my life-saviour! My pants-saviour!"
He exclaims happily and you laugh, holding onto him. You love those moments where he isn't the feared emperor but just your Shanks. Your childish, happy, loving and sometimes stupid Shanks.
He kisses you as he looks at you like you hung the moon into the sky for him.
"I'll throw up if he becomes any sweeter," Yasopp just groans from behind us, mixing the cards new.
"Now, why don't we try again for the pants?" Lime Juice speaks and Shanks laughs as we both sit down again.
"Try as often as you want, guys. As long as I have my luck charm with me, I won't lose."
In the end he was right. For as long as you sat on his lap and refused to play the cards he thought would be best, he won. But the moment you stoond up to skip a round and get something to drink, you heard Shanks groan loudly and defeated.
His pants land in the ocean, and needless to say, you have to comfort him through the night that you'll get him an even more ridiculous pair on the next island.
Hi! How are you doing? I was wondering how would Shanks react if someone (stranger or family member) insulted his lover like "I wish you were never born" to them? How would the Red-Haired Pirates react? Can you write a one shot about it?
Hi! sorry it again took me ages to write this tho i love the idea!
I hope this is will be to your liking :) I imagine Shanks being more of the quiet guy when he's really angry. Quiet, but deadly.
Shanks x Reader
Female reader mentioned but only 1 time.
It started as a normal day where the Red Force docked on an island and you were out with Shanks roaming through the streets and looking at vendors and shops.
You two have been dating for quite some time, and the world knew you as red haired Shanks' better half, so most of them treated you extra nicely in fear of the emperor. Still, Shanks was always near you, due to his relationship with you you became a target to his enemies.
You and Shanks were having fun, him being his usual self, joking and trying all kinds of alcohol at the different food and drink stands.
Lime Juice and others of your crew were at one market stand, and Shanks and him had a small drinking competition. You leaned at a house wall and watched them smiling as Shanks laughter got louder and louder over the minutes, as someone next you said your name suddenly.
"Is that really you?", said the voice as you turned around and your mother stood there.
You were suprised. You haven't seen your family in ages, and the good-bye with them wasn't a very good one either. You didn't miss your family, especially not your mother, who only cared about image and what others thought of you.
"I shouldn't be suprised seeing you here, after the announcement came that pirates docked at this island", she said in a condescending voice.
You swallowed, as you weren't prepared to suddenly meet your mother again. You haven't told Shanks about your relationship with your family, but he never asked. He seemed to understand that your family was a chapter in your life which you had closed already.
"At first I was suprised when I heard the rumors that you and red haired Shanks were a couple. I couldn't believe that an emperor of the sea would be interested in my child", she laughed.
"But then when there were pictures of you in the newspaper, next to that man, i finally believed it. And in the end it all made sense to me. Why haven't I thought of this before? Of course would my inconsiderate good-for-nothing kid go with a drunk criminal without even thinking what it meant for family. What it meant for me! My child is now a criminal! Can you even imagine what the neighbors thought of your father and me?! We had to move to another island so people would stop looking at us"
You looked at your mother with wide eyes as she started getting louder and louder.
"Don't talk about Shanks that way! He is more than just that! He and his crew are the best thing that ever happened to me", you spoke back, and a heated argument between you two arose.
Your mother yapped about having born a criminal and that it is your duty to repay her for giving birth to you, while you argumented back that all you ever did was living for her, how she wanted you to be.
The fight between you and your mother quickly caught the attention from the people around. Shanks stood up and walked closer, but he didn't intervent for now. He knew you could fight your own battles, eventho he was concerned what exactly was happening. Lime Juice, Hongo and others of your crew also watched closely, ready to jump that woman if she went too far.
"Shanks gave me a family I'm proud of. They accept me for who I am! All you ever did was pressing me in a role of the perfect child with the perfect mother!"
"You ungrateful brat! I did everything to make you look good and you can't even thank me for that? I should've thrown you in a trash can when you were a baby. I wish you were never born!", she yelled at you and slapped you across the face.
You stood there, motionless, as you slowly realized what just happened. Before you could turn your head back from the slap, Shanks moved infront of you. His Haki was flowing around him as the crowed quickly got smaller as the smart ones all went to hide. Your mother tried to act tough, but it didn't even last a few seconds as she crumbled before him, tears streaming down her face in fear.
"You can insult me as much as you want, but never. ever. say a bad thing about my queen."
His aura alone got your mother to apologize endlessly and to beg him to spare her life. Shanks was angry, and an angry Shanks is something you never want to witness. He isn't loud and he isn't throwing hands, he is just, quiet, consuming of all your senses. He's your nightmare.
You stood behind him, holding your cheek as Hongo touched your back. His eyes were checking over your frame for injuries. You could also see Benn standing a few feet away, leaning against a house wall as he watched everything with his brows furrued.
A feeling of protection came over you, but your heart still ached. You never had the best relationship with your mother, but she never said anything so cruel to you. You slowly turned around and started walking towards the Red Force. You knew you could leave the rest to Shanks. He wouldn't kill her, she was still your mother, but he'd make sure she'll never came near you again. His crew followed you, with a respectfull distance to not smother you, but still close enough that everyone could see they were ready to kill for you.
Back at the Red Force you went to your joined room with Shanks. You sat on the bed and stared at the wall. Only after some time did you realize you were crying. Not long after you heard the door opening and then quietly closing again. Shanks walked up to you and slowly sat on the bed behind you. He moved his arms around you and gently brought you to his chest.
He didn't talk at first, just let you settle in his arms and cry. He kissed your forehead from the side.
"You are the world, darling. The only good thing this woman has ever done, was bringing you into this world. I couldn't think of what I'd do without you. I love you, and I want you to know that you're appreciated for who you are."
At first you didn't respond, you just moved and buried your head in his chest as he gently held you.
"Thank you for being my family", you said after some time, and Shanks smiled into your hair, pressing gentle kisses on your hairline.
"Always, my love"
The next day, Lucky made your favourite food. Benn lend you one of his infamous notebooks he wrote about his past adventures in that no one was allowed to read. Monster wanted to play with you, and the others all did little favours for you over the next week. Appreciating you even more than they already did. Telling you "thank you" for small things you did, but with the meaning that they are gratefull you exist. And Shanks did everything to let you know that he was the most gratefull of that.
There better be a part 2 of "they say something hurtful in an argument" where they realized they fucked up. I swear on God's name I will not stop crying if you don't.
P.s: very good writing keep it up! ❤️
Side Note: I didnt think that there would be so many requests on part 2, so thank you all for the requests and the support! It helps staying motivated to keep writing :) I hope you'll like this!
Making up after an argument
Part 1: They say something hurtful in an argument
Tags: hurt/comfort, slight angst, making up
Characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Dracule Mihawk
Shanks
He feels bad about what he said right after he saw that flash of hurt on your face, the sadness in your eyes and your quiet apology. Shanks immediately wanted to go after you when you left the room, but he was so wrung up in his blanket that he first had to untangle himself before he could go after you. He didnt care how he looked like, his shirt was all the way open, his pants were pulled up above his knee on one leg and on the other it hung down normally and his hair was a mess too. His shoes were completly forgotten somewhere in the room.
When he opened the door from his cabin with a rush and walked outside into the hallway, you were long gone. He instantly went looking for you, starting on deck and working all the way down.
His crewmembers, especially his closest friends, gave him weird looks and concerned stares, but he ignored all of their questions and just ran around looking for you. When he finally finds you, crying on the floor in a dark storage room, he felt a pang go through his heart.
He slowly came closer to you, not wanting to startle you, and started talking quietly.
"Hey, sweet cheeks" he said, sitting down next to you. "Is it alright if i touch you?" he said as he carefully laid his hand on your ellbow.
Seeing you in this state made him want to just wrap his arms around you, pull you close and kiss you all over and apologize to you a thousand times, but he held himself back. This wasnt what you needed right now.
When you didnt react to his touch, he laid his other hand on your shoulder. Shanks tried to catch your eyes, but your face was burried in your legs and your hands were shielding your head from him.
"Darling please look at me" he pleaded, and slowly you raised your head. He laid his other hand on your cheek and his warmth immediately comforted you, but you didnt want to give into his warmth. When Shanks saw your tear struck face and this unbearable sadness in your eyes, he mentally cursed himself for saying those reckless words.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I had no right to let my hangover frustration out on you. Please, forgive me. I love you, my sweet little dove" he tried to apologize.
"Am I really the reason?" you quietly asked, hiccuping from all the crying.
"What?" Shanks looked at you confused.
"Am I the reason why you keep drinking so much? Am I that insufferable?" you cried out, your body shaking at the thought.
"No, no! That wasnt what I meant, please, listen to me! You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I cant lose you. What I said was mean and a lie. Please believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me that I didnt mean those words."
Shanks was on the verge of crying himself. The thought that he made his partner feel so bad made him hate himself, swearing to never get this drunk again that he would hurt his lover. He was scared you'd leave him. He wanted to make you feel better, but that was a difficult task when he himself was the reason why you were crying and shaking on the floor. He carefully put his arms around you and placed you on his lap and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.
"It's okay, cry how much you want. Be angry at me, hit me, let all your feelings out on me, I deserve it. But please" he swallowed hard "please dont be sad. Please dont leave me. Not because of my stupid mouth."
You looked up at him when he said that. You noticed his pained face and the fear in his eyes. A fear that he messed up for good. You still felt hurt, but you knew Shanks would never toy with your feelings like that. He was serious about this apology.
You pressed your head in his chest and your tears started to dry out. After a time of silence and him gently stroking your back, you murmered a "I love you, you drunk idiot" into his chest. Shanks felt a stone fall from his heart as he chuckled a bit, leaned down and kissed you on the head. "I love you too, so much pumpkin. I'll never hurt you again. I'll stop drinking so much. Pirate promise"
Benn Beckman
Beckman sighed for the seemingly hundreth time. He still stood on deck, leaning against the railing as he thought about what he had said. He didnt meant to hurt you, but he knew giving you a bit space for now was the right thing. When you calmed down he planned on talking to you, but right now he also needed to sort his own thoughts.
He regretted his words instantly after they left his mouth but the damage was done. He sighed again. Usually he would have smoked at least half a package of cigarettes by now, but he just couldnt bring himself to touch one. Those stupid things were the reason why he made his partner sad. No, bullshit. He couldnt blame anyone else than himself for this. He fucked up.
With one last sigh he left his place at the railing and went underdeck to find you. He had a guess where you were and what you'd be doing, so he went straight to your cabin. He calmed himself with a deep breath in and breath out before he knocked on your door and then slowly opened it.
He wasnt suprised at what he saw. You were at your desk, working away on whatever was laying on your table. Benn carefully stepped into your room and closed the door. You didnt give him any sign that you acknowledged his presence. He walked over to you and waited if you'd say something.
Benn wasnt sure how to approach, so he looked at the papers on your desk. When he saw how shaky your handwriting was and how the ink mixed with waterdrops at some places he sighed again, feeling helpess as he made his own partner cry.
"Hey, I'm sorry about what I said. It wasnt right of me. I let out my stress on you eventho you were only worried about me. I'm deeply sorry."
Benn apologized, but you didnt respond nor did you look at him. He got restless, the uneasy feeling in him became stronger with every second you didnt say anything. You were just writing away on your papers.
"Buttercup, please. I am really sorry. I didnt want to hurt your feelings. You know I love you deeply."
There was a begging undertone in Benns voice by now.
"You dont smell like smoke" was the only answere he got, and hearing your voice immediately eased his anxious feelings a bit.
"I just...couldnt bring myself to touch them" he admitted.
You turned to look at him.
"Maybe i should be upset because of you more often then?"
He breathed out as he sensed that you werent that upset at him anymore. There was a joking undertone in your words, but it was clear that you still were hurt. He laid his hand on yours and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Please no. I cant handle this. I cant handle seeing you upset. I'm sorry, princess, i'll really try my best to smoke less. Please, I want to make things right again, I-"
He stopped when you laid your hand on his cheek, softly caressing it.
"I know that you're sincer when you start rambling, Benn Beckman."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk knew he fucked up big time when he wanted to go look for you but couldnt find you. He noticed your belongings were gone, and then saw footprints leaving away from the castle. Your footprints.
It was starting to become night so he immediately ran after you, following your steps through the woods. He prayed the whole time that you were safe, that nothing happened to you, that you didnt get injured because of his inability to deal with his emotions the right way.
It started raining and it got darker and darker. He hoped he'll find you in time. The nights are cold and the animals in the woods can be even more dangerous at night. Mihawk ran even faster as raindrops hit him more frequently, and soon it was pouring down. His clothes were complety soaked, but he couldnt care less. All he could think of was to find you and bring you back to safety.
While Mihawk dashed throught the woods with experience, you on the other hand stumbled around without orientation. Now that the darkness started to rise, you couldnt see anything anymore. The trees were so close to each other that you couldnt orientate yourself on the stars, and barely any moonlight came through either.
You couldnt count anymore how often you tripped or fell down a slope. Your arms, legs and face were covered in small scratches as you continued to push trough. You werent even entirely sure where you were going, but all you knew was that you wanted to put as much distance in between you and Hawkeye as possible.
Tears still welled up at the thought of him. Those soft moments between you two all seemed like a lie. You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts and carried on. You kept on walking, but a root stood out of the ground and made you trip again. You fell and slithered down another small slope and just as you cursed to yourself you heard a noise.
You stayed quietly on the ground as you listened, not sure if you misheared. No, there were definetely steps. But they were too heavy to be from a human. And Mihawk wouldnt come either. So what was that?
Then you heard a sniffing sound and a roar. And that's when you also got your answer. It was a bear. You tried to stay as calm as possible, but soon you realized why the bear roared so much. You fell in between the bear and it's cup. Which was the worst thing you could do - get in between a mother bear and her child.
You slowly started to crawl backwards, but the mother bear roared again and you heard her coming closer. You tried to hold your breath as you saw her shadowy figure infront of you, and the moment the bear roared almost into your face, you tried to stand up and run away, but of course that didnt work with a bear in front of you. You fell on your butt and tried to ready yourself for the heavy impact with the bears paw which she had raised, when a tall figure was infront of you suddenly, holding a big sword you'd recognise everyhwere. Mihawk. He wielded his sword and cut the ground, and the bear mother and her cup both ran away.
When he turned to face you, you couldnt decipher what his facial expression meant. You sat there, on the ground, cuts all over you and wet from the rain as he suddenly quickly walked up to you. You wanted to stand up, to talk with him, but before you could even say his name he was on the ground with you, kissing you feverishly.
You were confused about what was going on suddenly, but Mihawk pressed you against him in a way you couldnt escape. Not that you really wanted to, cause you felt so many emotions in this one kiss. Fear, anger, sadness, relieve... it seemed like all of those pent up emotions he couldnt let out came through in this kiss.
After what seemed like eternity did he break the kiss, panting as he looked at you.
"I'm so glad you're okay. I'm so glad you're alive. I- I love you."
Was all he said and you looked at him in shock. It was a rare treat to hear those words from him, and you didnt expect to ever hear them again. But here he was, saving you in the middle of the night, telling you his feelings.
"I-I know that you're always worried when I leave. I just didnt know how to break it to you when i had to leave for so long. I not only see the disappointment and worry in your face, I also see fear and sadness whenever i leave. I just...I didnt know how I should tell you that I had to leave for months, fighting some idiots without seeing you all sad about the fact that I might not come back? That's why i left without saying anything. I know i hurt you, my love. I know I said something cruel back in the castle. But this castle is not my home when you arent in it. I'm sorry for hurting you. I didnt know how to express myself. Please, forgive me. I'll work on it."
You only stared in shock as Mihawk talked about his feelings so much. But then a small smile broke out on your lips.
"You're an idiot. But you're my idiot."
He didnt respond, he only blushed which you didnt see in the dark nights, but then he picked you up and started carrying you back to your home.
Summary: There was an earthquake at an island, leaving Benn and you in a cave with a buried opening.
It happened so fast. One moment, you and Benn were exploring a cave with foreign symbols drawn all over the stone walls, and the next the ground started shaking, the stones from the wall and ceiling started crumbling and falling down.
Benn was quick enough to push you away in time before a heavy stone could crash onto you, but he wasn't quick enough that it wouldn't have hit your arm.
The opening of the cave is blocked with heavy stones and dirt. Benn could easily shoot through it, but he feared that if he did, the rest of the cave would crumble too from the force of his bullets, leaving no room to escape for you two.
So the first thing he does is to make sure you're alright.
He sees how you hold your arm, a long bleeding gash in it. He wraps his belt over your upper arm, pulling it tight to stop the blood flow a bit.
"Keep your hand up," he speaks gruffly and positions your arm so it points to the air.
"Makes the blood flood less into your arm. Prevents heavy bleeding."
You just look at him, slightly out of breath from the shock. You do what he tells you, not in the right mind to even question his orders.
Benn positions you to sit down in case you'll fall when the shock subsides. Then he thoroughly starts wraping your arm with some yellow fabric he had ripped from his sash earlier.
After everything is done, he looks into your face, taking in the expression you wear. His brows furrow a bit.
"You okay?" he asks as he notices you not talking and letting him handle you like a doll.
Your gaze lands on his before you nod slowly.
"Y-yeah, just...how are you so calm?" you ask, still trying to comprehend what happened.
Benn just sighs and sits down next to you and pulls your upper body against him so you don't have to hold yourself up or lean against cold stone.
"Worse things happend before," is all the answer you get.
You stay quiet after that. You aren't weak, not at all. People on the Red Force respect you for your fighting skills and how you manage to talk people out of fighting.
But of course you were no match to any of the commanders or Shanks. And right now you feel completly useless. If Benn weren't there, you surely would have died.
"You're awfully quiet", Benns voice echoes onto the stone walls. He's always been the observant one, and of course he noticed that you're way too quiet. Usually, you're talking a lot - so much even that you sometimes apologize for talking his ear off for almost an hour without realizing.
"I don't know what to say."
At first, Benn doesn't pry. But after another fifteen minutes of your silence he speaks again.
"What's going on through that head of yours, princess?"
Princess. The one nickname he calls you when you're overthinking or not feeling well. He knows you deal with a lot in your head sometimes, and he noticed early on that even if you want to be strong all the time you do need some reassurance from time to time.
"You think Shanks will find us?"
Your voice is quiet, and Benn knows that's not what's really on your mind, but he gives you the escape.
"Of course he will. Won't take long until he'll be here."
His voice and whole demeanor is calm and it reassures you. You know he's right. Shanks knows where you two are, and he will check soon enough if something happened after the earthquake.
You let yourself lean against him and he puts his arm around you. His other hand keeps staying on your injured arm, keeping it upright.
"Thanks...for pushing me away."
Your voice is quiet again and Benn sighs in responds.
"Stop trying to be like us. You're young. It comes with time. It's okay to get hurt."
His words hit home. Of course he knows exactly what you feel. You lean your head against his shoulder.
"I want to be of help to y'all," you speak, "but somehow I always end up needing help."
"And that's okay, sweet thing. We're here to support you. To help you. When we were your age, we needed help too, you know? And we still do."
You look up at Benn as he reassures you in a less stern voice.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
Benn snorts.
"C'mon. Look at Shanks. He's an emperor and still needs help buttoning up his shirt sometimes."
"Because he's missing an arm-"
"No, it's because he wants to be a menace. Just like when he cries over his pants when they get holes."
A soft smile spreads over your face at the memory.
"You see, even the strongest need some help sometimes. Shanks also does. I do, too. That's what we're here for. That's why we are a crew. A family."
Benns voice is soft. Softer than most times. You nod against him, silently agreeing.
"My arm hurts."
You finally speak what's on your mind again and the corners of Benns mouth twitch up a bit at that, but he's also concerned.
"It doesn't bleed that much, but now that the shock ebbs away the pain comes through."
He explains calmly, his gaze drifting to your arm. His other arm around you softly traces patterns on your upper arm.
"They'll be here soon."
"I know," you whisper as you lean against him, still in pain but also okay.
Benn keeps caressing your side while he puts pressure on your injury while you two are waiting for the others to arrive. It doesn't take long 'till you two hear sounds coming from the cave. After a few minutes the first rays of daylight reach you. And a few minutes later Benn steps outside with you in his arms.
Shanks and the others look worried as they see your arm, but are also relieved to see you two again.
As you all walk back to the Red Force Benn still carries you, shushing your protests with "Let me help you", while Shanks walks next to him and Hongo already moves to get the medical bay ready.
"Did I ever tell you how grateful I am that you let me on your ship?"
You mumble towards Shanks. He looks a bit confused and caught of guard at first. He shoots a look at Benn but he just keeps looking ahead, tho the usual stern expression is a bit less tense and gives way to something softer.
Sorry for the long period of time where I didnt post anything, I was lost in work & continueing watching One Piece. Obviously I finally got to Laws backstory and damnnnn i love these two. I need more of father figure Corazon taking care of Law.
But well, here I am, writing a bit about these two cuties :)
Part 1 with Shanks, Beckmann and Mihawk
gn!reader
TW: slight NSFW, nothing too serious tho. MDNI
CORAZON
Give this man a break, he's already undercover to make sure his brother doesn't step too much over the line
You two are dating in secret. Corazon was scared that his brother would use you against him, and the thought of that alone broke him already. Corazon knew his brother wouldn't be scared to pull everything to get his will, and if that meant hurting you so Corazon would do what he wants, then Doflamingo wouldn't hesitate. That's why he insisted on keeping your relationship a secret
Also he doesn't like any of the family, so he didn't want them to get investigated into his realtionship with the person he adores and loves so much
It was a normal day when you approached him. When you two were with the family, it was mostly just small touches, featherlight and short so no one would get suspicious about it
You carelessly let your hand wander over his chest while passing him, and you could suddenly feel how he tenses. He wanted to take a step back but (ofc) he slipped and fell
He almost let out a sound infront of the others, but damn you grazed exactly over his nipples and he had to do everything to keep any noises to himself
The others didn't notice what exactly happened, they thought he just slipped like usually
But you noticed that it was something different
The next moment you two had some alone time, you asked him. Corazon wanted to play it off as him just being clumsy, but you grazed his chest again just like you did the last time, and this man moaned
He couldn't hold it in as the sudden sensation went through his body
You looked at him flabbergastered as he unconsciously arched his back more into your touch
Corazon and you had been in a relationship for some time now but you never noticed this wonderfull aspect about him
He blushed, and immediately knew he was in for a ride when he saw your mischievous smile
LAW
You found out in bed one time when you wanted to give him head
He beautfully arched his back and threw his head back, blushing after he realized that you found another one of his weak spots
He regrets that you found out almost every time when you wanted to get him going but he exused the idea with saying he has too much work to do
He sits at his work table and tries to work, dismissing the idea of going to sleep or anything else that has to do with something else than working
You would step behind him, move your arms to his front and just hug him
He enjoys your hug, but then your arms sneak up, and suddenly you roll and pinch at his nipples
He can't help but moan as he feels his pants grow tighter
He tries to keep all the noises in, to ignore it and push you away, but you just say how adorable he looks when he is blushing and acting like this and he immediately gives up
Gives into you every time, especially when you threaten him that if he doesnt start looking more after his own health and takes care of himself you'll start doing this infront of his crewmembers
You do have to help him release the ache you caused ofc
On most days you will have to use that method to get him to bed, but on some days he'll just pick you up, throw you over his shouder like the brat you are, and give you the time of your life in bed
